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Getting Grey Down Under: A cruel shock and how I coped

May 2, 2008

Getting gray hair almost always indicates advancing age.  Usually this is a gradual process–as formerly lush, lustrous curls lose their bounce and become thin and faded, there is often a look of regret, perhaps of nostalgia, for the ‘crowning glory’, which by the time you’re in your 4th or 5th decade, starts to fritter away.  What used to be carefully all gelled, or moussed over, tossed about carelessly is now carefully dyed, pondered over every morning, or covered with a cap.

Gray hair on one’s head is one thing, but little can be done to alleviate the shock of finding out that yes, you do get gray down there.  And it really seems to sprout overnight: one day its not there, the next morning, just as you look down, a single strand stands out, like an albino pup in a litter of black labradors. Sometimes you can get an early warning sign.  A stray strand on your moustache, for example.  But seeing it on the pubes is something else.
Indeed, one stray hair that looks different from the others especially down there where the sun don’t shine can upset some.  I have friends who started shaving their pubic areas soon after, or who very demurely decided to wear swimsuts even on naked nights in saunas.

But, there is a more practical solution. Pretend its not there. Wear it as a badge of honor.  Or like i did, pluck it out, blowing kisses as you go…

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