What’s happened to men? I remember once upon a time when they didn’t dye their hair (is there anything more pathetic than a 60 year old face with a jet-black roof?) and get their nails manicured? When the only guys who ever got massages were Abbott and Costello and the Three Stooges (and then only for the sake of spine -snapping pratfalls at the local boxing gym)? When Aunt Fannie wore more jewelry than her son? In the face of all this, all the plastic surgery, all the makeup, all the liposuction, all the piercings and pony tails and spa weekends, the Neanderthal in me grunts over the new male passion of waxing. This USA Today article is depressing. Armageddon approaches — the end is hair!

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