How To Get More Chest Hair

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When I was a boy, whenever there was a food or activity that I didn't want to partake of or participate in, my dad, like nearly dads in America, would tell me, "It'll put hair on your chest!"

When y'all're an eight-year-old boy, y'all intuitively understand that i of the things that makes you lot a male child and not a man is the fact that you don't have body hair. So the idea that you could consume some gross food or do some unpleasant thing and instantly sprout chest pilus, thus getting one pace closer to manhood, was intriguing.

My dad's claims were all the more conceivable because the human has a chest carpet that would put Tom Selleck, Pierce Brosnan, and Sean Connery to shame. My 8-twelvemonth-old logic was thus: "Dad says this gross stuff will put pilus on my chest. Dad does/uses this stuff. Dad's chest is really hairy. Therefore, it will, undoubtedly, put hair on my chest, besides."

Of course, my dad (like all dads) was joking when he said "Information technology will put hair on your breast!" But when you're just an impressionable lad, you don't have a finely tuned sense of humor and you take everything your parents say at face value. Then like many boys, I fell for this ruse over and once again. Merely, alas, no matter how much horseradish sauce I ate or how hard I worked in the 1000, I never grew a single pre-pubescent chest hair.

In fifth grade I finally realized I'd been bamboozled after I watched that video about puberty (I think it was chosen "Greg'southward Story"?) that they showed in health classes in the early 1990s. That solar day I learned that testosterone and genetics determined breast pilus growth, not eating or doing unpleasant things.

My dad had his get-to things that he claimed would put hair on your chest. I was curious if they matched up with what other men heard from their fathers. So I asked our followers on Twitter what their dads said would make them more than hirsute. I was surprised by the consensus of the answers; this is apparently a well-established cultural custom.

Below I highlight ten of the well-nigh common things we were told equally boys would put hair on our chests (but actually don't). I hope it volition help further the tradition of beneficial parental cons (i.e., Santa Claus, tooth fairy, "your face will stay that way if you make information technology for besides long," etc., etc.).

Black Coffee

My dad was and is a big java drinker. And he always takes it black. To an adult, coffee smells and tastes divine, simply to a seven-year-old, information technology smells and tastes wretched. When I snuck a sip of my dad's mash and told him it tasted awful, he, of course, told me that cups of hot joe put pilus on your breast. But but black coffee, mind you. He was very explicit almost that. Add cream and sugar and you lot're destined to have a breast similar a Ken doll.

Tabasco Sauce (or Annihilation Spicy)

Many men reported that their fathers told them Tabasco sauce or spicy peppers would fertilize their pectoral hair. My dad did the same. Nothing happened to my breast, but my face did go really ruby-red and sweaty.

Bread Crust

Like many kids, I'd avoid eating bread crusts. But according to fathers beyond the country, bread crusts comprise nutrients that volition put hair on your chest. Maybe they were on to something. There'due south been a marked decrease in testosterone levels that coincides with the rise of crustless, fix-to-eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Young boys are being denied the chaff nutrients that will help them grow chest hair. Call your congressman! This is a travesty!

Hard Work

Tom Sawyer duped his friends into whitewashing his Aunt Polly's argue by telling them how much fun information technology was; dads gull their boys to practice their chores by telling them it will put pilus on their chests. Difficult work — particularly downwards and dirty manual labor — was a common chest hair-promising activity amidst our Twitter followers. It's a trap!

Wheaties

Just equally putting on PF Flyers would make you lot run faster and leap college, Wheaties promised to ameliorate able-bodied performance immediately after consuming a giant bowl of their bran flakes. My dad also told me that the Breakfast of Champions would put gold medal-caliber pilus on my chest. Despite going a month straight eating Wheaties every morning back when I was ten, I still couldn't practise a single pull-up and my chest was still silky smooth. Thanks a lot Walter Payton (and Dad)!

Whisky

Many men were told that whisky would put hair on their chests. The jolt information technology gives yous as it goes down pushes the chest pilus out. This is a proven scientific phenomenon. It's why ladies shouldn't beverage whisky. Google it.

Spinach

Spinach, while packed with nutrients, tastes a little biting and is unpleasantly soggy when cooked. No wonder kids don't like the stuff. But I held my olfactory organ and swallowed information technology whole based on the hope it would put pilus on my chest and would help me grow disgustingly disproportioned forearms similar Popeye. Alas, my spinach eating was in vain.

Horseradish Sauce

My dad was a fan of the horseradish sauce. When I tried it for the first time as a boy, I got that walloped-in-the-nose feeling y'all get when you eat the stuff. Vowing never again to consume horseradish sauce, my dad encouraged me to change my mind, proverb it would, of course, put hair on my chest. So I continued to dip my carrots in it. Apparently my dad wasn't alone in saying horseradish sauce would abound your chest carpet. This was ane of the about common items our Twitter followers responded with. While I didn't grow chest pilus from eating horseradish sauce every bit a male child, I did develop a dear of this punchy foam.

Worcestershire Sauce

Worcestershire sauce is a fermented liquid made upward of (amongst other things) anchovies, vinegar, onions, and garlic. In other words, to a child, it's an exotic, slightly intimidating elixir, and of course, a chest hair grower. This is a form of supposed chest hair Rogaine I actually enjoyed. Worcestershire's got a squeamish, savory, umami taste which makes it peachy for calculation to meats. Trying to amplify the sauce's chest hair-growing abilities, my blood brother and I experimented with making a batter of lemon juice, tomato juice, and pepper, which tasted gross to us, simply is just the the kind of cocktail John Wayne enjoyed.

Buttermilk

This was a new one to me, but several dudes said that their dads told them buttermilk would put pilus on their chests. The tart, acidic gustatory modality of buttermilk probable made kids turn upwardly their noses to it, thus causing fathers to nudge them to drink information technology past affirming its follicle-stimulating effects. Doesn't work to give you that Connery-esque chest carpet, unfortunately, but it sure makes a hateful pancake.

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