Going Grey

Now that the winter facial hair growing season has begun I’m reminded of something about myself that I’ve never much thought about. Past the initial shock, and attempts in years past to hide it, of course. I’m going grey. I suspect I’m a lot grey up top, too (shaving my scalp every few days prevents me from knowing for sure).

Which, as I said got me to thinking about a tuft of hair. Why? Not why is it grey. But why buy in to someone’s opinion of what having grey hair superficially means? Granted my attempts to dye it were a good many years ago, and yes I realize how silly and vain it all was. But no matter how much I’ve fought it I was and probably still am a drone to the hype. That and, let’s face it that the girl in the bar won’t talk to me with a grey beard, eh Keith?

All while the haunting word’s of Tyler Durden’s ringing in my head…

“Right, we’re consumers. We’re bi-products of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty, these things don’t concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television with 500 channels, some guy’s name on my underwear. Rogain, Viagra, Olestra. […] Fuck Martha Stewart. Martha’s polishing the brass on the Titanic, it’s all going down, man. So fuck off with your sofa units and your spring green stripe patterns. I say never be complete. I say stop being perfect. I say let’s evolve. Let the chips fall where they may. […] Things you own end up owning you…”

But he shouldn’t have to remind us. Or does he?

Today was quite a laughable day on CNN’s American Morning (more than most, anyway). For those who aren’t aware, today is Black Friday. No, not anything like Black Saturday, At Dangler’s Mom’s house. No where near as funny or amazing, trust me. Rather it’s the official start of the American holiday shopping season. People getting up a ridiculously early hours in the morning and rushing around to buy shit no-one really needs. All to put companies in the black?

It would seem there is plenty of room for the above quote and resulting thought over it…

Alas, my point. I need to return to my previous plan to think about what I want to write here. Shit!