Because I have nothing better to do (ok, I have
twenty million things I should be doing, um, like watching lots of TV and getting
no real work or writing done) I started another Tumblr just to collect photos I
come across of all the gray-haired men and the non-gray women in their lives.
Are we to believe that women's hair remains chestnut for life? It must be so.
I’ve stopped having to shave my knees. At first I
thought it was just a trick of the light, or the lack thereof, in my shower
(there is a burnt out bulb that needs replacing) but no, I barely have hair
above my shins now, which is great on one hand, but creepy on the other because
that must be a sign of deterioration. I can recall seeing old men in shorts
with legs that were all shiny and hairless like a prosthetic and that must be
what’s happening. (ChaCha claims otherwise.) In middle school, I got made fun of (well, for countless
things because it was middle school) for having hairy knees while out in the
sunlight on concrete bleachers during recess. I hadn’t really noticed the problem
then in bathroom light, which is why I wasn’t convinced this time either. Or
maybe it’s my eyes that are going.
I can now make a ponytail, one of those one-inch
horrible ‘80s man ponytails (that may be preferable to the 2010s man bun, ugh) but
still. So, at least my hair hasn’t ceased growing altogether.