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Vanity
2002-04-02 - 1:49 p.m.


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Vanity will define the boomers, and possibly the generations that follow.

That thought came to me while watching TV, and viewing for the umpteenth time the slick 'Hair Club For Men' commercial that panders to the insecurities of those who suffer from male pattern baldness.

In this version of the ad, from what I discern, is that they actually sew a rug into your scalp to fill out the the balding spots.  Nylon plugs, like baby doll hair.

And it occurred to me that these things were permanent, meaning that as the ravages of age pass over these poor misguided souls, they will be left at an old age, in the spinster's home, with completely strange looking wifts of hair towards the front of their heads while the rest of the melon is spear bald.

Strange tufts of hair that look like Satan horns, which never change color, nor fall out, and frighten the grandchildren.

"I don't want to hug grandpa.  He scares me, and looks like the Devil."

It will complement those who got plastic surgery.  80 year old women with perfect boobs.  Full pouty lips.  Old men with hard burly chests and nothing else.  Calf implants.

Old age homes will become a repository of silicone and fakery.  They will be the shameful hold of all of our youthful vanity, clinging to days gone by, a haunting reminder of the seven deadly sins, speaking without a mouth, without a word.


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