dyeing my mustache. Once the last of the Just for Men grows or fades out I will have a white handlebar stache just as God intended for a middle aged man with my amount of Irish heritage. I had been dyeing it at the request of The Wife because She felt it matched my (still mostly) brown hair better. I now don’t care enough.
Not me. I started going gray at 21. 43 years later and I’m not going down without a fight. The only hair I wear is my Van Dyke, and it gets dyed regularly. It’s enough that I act like a doddering old fool. I refuse to look like one too.