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Hair in the ear

I grew up with watching a lot of adults working their ass off to feed the family.  My dad or my father in law or their friends all slaving away from factory floors to cubicles to some running their own businesses.

One theme common to these aging adults was their sprouting hair from all orifices visible to me.

Nose hair and more dominant their ear hair.  It just grew as a natural evolutionary code from eons past and no one paid any attention to it.  Their work did not suffer and they were the same family focused individuals they always were.

Enter 2020 - that too the bubble called Silicon Valley.  It is official.  Not only are hirsute characteristics passe, they are frowned on and can cost you your job or at least a promotion.

When a recent out of work adult friend of mine told me he had gone bald I worried.  I asked if he was doing ok healthwise.  His response - 'dude I shaved it off to get ahead'.  'In my career.'

Apparently the whos who are paying attention to a shining top more than one that is incapable of beaming intelligence with a follicle driven stratum.  More hilarious and indicative of a general valley based moral decline or nadir, I recently read that 'Daddy Do Over' is now an official thing.

Men have thrown in the towel (in more ways than one) to get down.  Botox, tummy tucks and the works.  Need to get ahead is all the rage.  Looking hot on Insta is not gonna cut it.

P2P and every other clown running a marathon is the norm, no matter if the kid does not get picked up on time at the daycare.  Daddy gotta look his non dad part or else the paycheck aint coming.

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