Pull one out, two come back

No one said growing older is easy. Although the ravages of time can’t be stopped, they can be avoided with cosmetic surgery, creams, colouring, dimly lit rooms and nearsighted people.

One thing that I have been fortunate to have is a full head of lustrous hair that deserves a Pantene commercial. It’s thick and curly, with a lot of shine and bounce. With the wind-machine on, I whip my head side to side and let the breeze blow my hair around.

Lucky for me, baldness is not genetic, thanks to my mother’s side of the family.

Unlucky for me, there seems to be more and more white hairs are popping up.

It’s not bad and it could be worse. But, because my hair is almost jet black, it’s not very attractive. If my natural hair colour was lighter, it wouldn’t be as noticeable and I could say the white hairs are outrageously expensive highlights.

But, they’re not highlights, they’re white hairs.

They’re inevitable and unstoppable.

It’s the old wives tale coming true: pull out one and two grow in its place.

Stupid old wives.

Instead of yanking them, I trim them as short as possible. It's not easy, but then, beauty is pain, n'est-ce pas? If and when that fails, I use a colour rinse to hide them. For a more permanent solution, I’ll use a semi- or permanent colour.

Or, I could forego all the work and shave my head.

Maybe Kojak had it right all along.

Who loves ya baby?