This cartoon is another repurposed Committed cartoon that I probably wrote in my 30′s. I read it this morning and realized it’s totally out of date. Grey chest hair is no tragedy. It’s actually just designates one as a Master of the Universe. Baby Boomer Greys have been running things for quite awhile. We vote. We have most of the wealth. We consume most of the world’s resources. And in a bizarre irony we somehow have convinced the pre-grey to support us in our ongoing conquest of mortality.
We really do have more fun.
We own the fun.
Fun-R-Us.
Hope you don’t die before you get old.
The problem with grey hair (on chest or anywhere) is that inbetween time when it’s part grey and the pattern looks like something weird like a NY Subway Map or Ron Paul’s wrinkled face. Imagine either of those on your chest*. Makes going all grey a relief.
*although the first can be useful for NYC tourists and the second will get you into secret Libertarian meetings