I am utterly fascinated by Trichotillomaniacs, after a brief encounter with one in college. She was lovely, effervescent, wonderfully sarcastic and well-read: a perfect fit for me, really, except she ate her own hair. I ultimately opted not to date her, but I've sometimes wondered if I made a mistake.

No, I don't think so. This is why you don't date a Trichotillomaniac:

This is what I found in someone's stomach. Before surgery, I wasn't quite sure what was going on until I found this big hairball in his stomach. He also had a small bowel obstruction from another hairball that had broken off and migrated downstream (aptly named Rapunzel syndrome). Post op I found he'd been eating hair, even sneaking it out of his mom's hairbrush.

By the way, if but for the scarcity of updates, this could be my favorite blog: a blog all about horrible things a gastrointestinal surgeon finds in people's guts. The tongue piercing one confirms many deeply held suspicions.

Don't Eat Hair From Your Mom's Hairbrush [trptk421]