I’d like to share my experience with The Hair Club so that no one else has to go through what I have.
At the age of 24, my girlfriend at the time told me that she needed to talk to me about something important. She asked me to sit down and she proceeded to tell me that she thinks that I’m going bald and asked me what I planned on doing about it. Nice huh? Well, to make a long brutal story short, and after I kicked that @i #!* to the curb I did what most men probably do who are concerned with their hair loss, I went the The Hair Club.
I mean these are the guys that I grew up seeing on TV everyday. It seemed like the thing to do if you had a problem with hair loss and was interested in hair replacement. After my consultation I was so excited to get my hair back and my life back. The lady I had the consultation with told me that it’s a completely natural process and that my new hair would be even better and more manageable then the hair that I lost. WOW!
When my “custom hair system” was ready I was contacted to come to have the “procedure” done. Even after I signed some papers that would keep me paying hundreds of dollars a month for hair and maintenance I still did not know exactly how my hair was going to be replaced. Well I soon found out and to my utter shock and horror I was now the a proud owner of one of the worse toupees I had ever seen.
As soon at it was attached to my head I asked them to take it off. They kept trying to convince me that that it would take time for me to get used to having all of my hair back, and that it looked completely natural.
First let me say that I did not “get MY hair back.” The hair that I had on my head was definitely somebody else’s. God knows where they got it or if it was even real hair. Second, it was not my imagination, it looked like a beaver pelt on my head. The color was reddish and the hair line was like a dolls head. I could not believe what was happening to me!
After really making a stink, the manager came in and told me that because I signed a contract I was obligated to keep up my end of the bargain and that I might as well try to get used to my new hair. I told her that I did not want this thing on my head and she told me to stop being so neurotic about things and that I should be happy that I am no longer bald. Can you believe that?
The night of my “procedure” I was having dinner at my parents house. I decided to go home with my new hair to see if anyone would say anything. I rang the front bell and my little brother answered the door. After we greeted each other, with a straight face he said “nice rug” and then fell on the floor laughing uncontrollably . Brother’s can be cruel, but I got the picture. It wasn’t me who was crazy it was the folks at The Hair Club.
You can imagine how the rest of my night went. My poor mother was trying to be so nice when she told me that “we love you the way God made you” and that perhaps I should just try shaving my head if it bothers me so much “all the kids are doing it.”
The end result is that I went in the next day to to have the darn thing removed, and once again to my utter shock, I had a new problem. Now the little hair that I did have left was cut so sort on top that I looked like a complete idiot without the wig.
I just buzzed my hair short and went with it. I had to contact my credit card company to have the contract disputed. Today I am taking Propecia with very good results.
I hope my story helps others who are considering going to The Hair Club. It’s a big scam! I’ve read many other stories similar to mine on the internet.