By Bill Frazer
Now, I have no problem with this trend of healthy dark facial hair and coloring, but what about us Scotch/Irish men who have blond hair (or at least it used to be)? You do not see those in advertisements any more. I am talking men who look like Red Skelton’s Clem Kiddlehopper. It appears blond facial hair is in out of vogue. Note that I am not talking about Trump’s hair which is blond if it is indeed his hair. The women who hang out with these hairy creatures, how do they manage to smooch them? It would seem be like kissing a scrub brush. It ain’t fair to dismiss us who have faded facial hairs and none on our chest.
Speaking of hair, this is a touchy issue. This old grouch sees hair maintenance different from women and the younger generation of vibrant men. One of my closest family members goes to Columbus to get a haircut and another one goes to Atlanta for a trim (and that is what it is as they do not actually cut the hair). My haircut cost $12 and there is actually hair left on the floor when the barber finishes. It seems like $40+ is the norm for out-of- town trims for women. I guess it is better than it used to be as women had to have a permanent wave (it should have been called a temporary wave). If they didn’t they thought that their hair would fall out. The brats (millennials) are about as bad as the women about their hair.
It is easy to be a grouch since I comb my hair with a wash rag. It has over advantages as well, cooties do not like thin hair. Come to think about it, Cuties don’t either. Oh well – eventually, everybody wears out.
Since I am already in trouble, as an old grouch, what in the world do women carry in their purses? I understand that is part of the problem of long lines at airport security check points. The women have more items in their purse than they do in their luggage. There are medicines, lip stick tubes, hair spray, hand sanitizer, hair brushes, rouge and unmentionables which all could contain explosives.
Case in point, the other morning I stopped by the Pore Folks Dinning Hall as the two ladies who run the show got out their cars. I had copies of the LaFayette Sun for them to take inside for the has-beens to read. They both had purses on both shoulders and no loose hands to carry the papers inside. I dared not ask them what was inside of all the garbage bags they were toting. I have a hard time with them as they have no respect for the old man – not that I brought all of this on myself of course. In actuality, those two are wonderful.
Lastly, what on earth have we done with a simple pair of blue jeans. Last week my grand daughter from Nashville visited us. She showed up dressed for the Auburn/TCU game in pants (or are they slacks?) with holes in the knees. Naturally the old man told her that the event was not a charity function and she needed to wear appropriate attire. It turns out that the old grouch did not know what he was talking about as this was the style. Things have changed!
These things seem out of whack to me, but I am comforted by a well-known quote: “Everything has an end, if only you live long enough to see it.”