There's a time in the life of a man when you discover you're life starting that moment will never be the same and there's nothing you can do about it. Everything you know, everything people think about you, you're whole world is staggering and the epicenter is your mirror. Where there should be an Amazon there's barely a Martha Stewart garden.
Discovering that unlike George Clooney, Brad Pitt and every other star passed 40 (because you can't be a star if you're bald in case you hadn't noticed) you'll join the select and feared group of light haired men is a traumatizing experience for the straight men, it's a heart-breaking moment for the gays, and a suicide detonator for the bottom fellows.
I stay strong. Bouquets can be sent to my mail. I'll be listening to this song imagining that instead of "When I grow up" it says "When I go bald" and talks about fun and fabulous things that happen when that time arrives.
