As I approach the golden years, my hair has been turning silver.
This is not a new discovery on my part, just a realization of the fact that Father Time and Mother Nature are marching on and I’m struggling to keep up. I’ve seen the “distinguished” patches of gray growing on the sides of my head for some time. But now, the gray has spread all over.
(QUESTION: Why is it when a man turns gray his hair looks “distinguished,” but when a woman encounters the same thing her hair is “mousy?” That doesn’t seem fair.)
I used to make a joke when I’d get my hair trimmed by telling the stylist to cut only the gray hair. Yuk, yuk. But now I’ve realized that if I were taken seriously, I’d have all my hair snipped off by the end of the session.
It seems that hair is a funny thing. Animals have hair to stay warm while we humans have it to trim, comb, style, frost, weave, fry into permanents, bob and shave off altogether.