Vanity Fair - The Silver Edition

DAMN IT!!!
I can't believe it.
Actually, I can...

I just don't want to.

This is bullshit.

I'm pissed.

And humbled.

And am ready to retaliate.

And I'm going to cut this thing down,
RIGHT AT THE ROOT!

I want to grow old gracefully. I do.
I don't want to have plastic surgery or botox.
Even though my forehead is clearly branded with a road map from WAY too much contemplation.

I'm not vain.
Yes, I am.
No, I'm not.
Maybe a little...

But damn it to hell.
I just found a silver pube.

*Note that I referred to it as "silver", not gray. As if my pubes can actually be distinguished. Can they? I'm thinking, no...but maybe...if I say so.

***I had written this quite a while ago, unfortunately that means that the culprit (bastard) is not so recent in its arrival. After I had written it, I consulted Will on whether I should post it or not. He replied with, "Well, do you really want people to know that your pubes have started to go gray?"

"Silver", I replied, "It's silver."

"Whatever, SILVER, excuse me...Do you really want to tell people that you have a SILVER pube?" He asked.

I tried to rationalize, "Well, I tell them just about everything else."

He replied, "Yeah, but these are your pubes we're talking about."

As though they're a sacred topic. And then I remembered that it's not really out of the ordinary for me to have broached a topic of pubic hair before, actually numerous times. Anyway, I had put this confession away and forgot about it. Then I read another confession of another blogger. And I realized that at least I'm in good company. Because when I read that Mrs. Chicky had one too? I suddenly felt better.

See? There IS a silver lining to everything. Sometimes we just have to look a little bit harder to find it. And when we're talking about something "little", we're talkin' bout the hair, mmm-kay?"