|Image from the now-inactive Preppy Journal.|
I turned 40 last year, but people often tell me I could pass for 25. I’ve also been informed that I have really good hair. This isn’t intended as a statement of conceit (most of the time I’m not sure I believe it), but it does provide me with a certain amount of cover. For as time passes, grown men with hair become more of a novelty.
While it’s true that a great many of my contemporaries have been beset with baldness against their will, it’s far more likely in post-modern America that the next man you bump into deliberately shaves his head, either to be trendy, to attract women, or to look tough. But, being as my Walter Mitty fantasy is to go back in time to the 1970s and assimilate with the other floppy-collared longhairs at the eastern university of my choice, I tend to see things a little bit differently.
|John F. Kennedy, Jr. Image from Bluetramontana Style.|
For instance, although I normally I keep my hair fairly short, it’s not uncommon for me to forestall getting a haircut for as long as its coarse, wavy nature will allow. Fortunately, that seems to happen at just the ideal point for emulating the shaggy, laid-back look of the Ivy League student whose mother has not had a chance to inspect him for a while.
What do you think? Am I ready for a summer internship in California? :)