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? Continue reading Going Grey