The male lonelinenss epidemic is tough, but I recently discovered a dimension where the men have found a solution. The men of the Long-Necked Frizzlians were once isolated from one another by centuries of emotional unavailability, until a contingent of them formed a monastic sect in which they modeled healthy male friendships by fusing their torsos to one of their brethren. Now they share homebrewed ale together as well as their inmost thoughts as a single, two-headed entity – all while avoiding direct eye contact. See, gents? It’s that easy.