Joey Hatfield was working when he was electrocuted and a grinder fell saw-down on his neck. One month later, he's alive and ...

“When the car started crashing, the claw clip wedged into the back of my head. Then the car roof clamped down into my head, so it was a joint effort from both,” she explained.

Shaving my head felt like reclaiming control over my body. I had proved once and for all (if only to myself) that girls with chubby faces (and bodies) could do whatever the hell they wanted.

I was given a CT scan. I had to lie with my head in a case to immobilize it, then I was gradually moved, electronically, into a donut. It felt suspiciously like a coffin, I thought fleetingly.

And there are still head spas on my list to visit. Newcomers include Brainwashed L.A. in Sherman Oaks, ResetSpot in Burbank and Fujimoto’s Aqua Lucca Head Spa in West Hollywood.