So last night I was eavesdropping on a group of a half dozen fifty something lesbians. Clean cut, professional, khaki slacks, short hair, not too terribly monster-trucky. They all sort of looked like Joan Biaz... you get the picture.

Like I was saying, I was eavesdropping on these ladies and they were all complaining about their receding hair lines.

???????

They DID NOT have receding hairlines. Yes, yes, I know there is such a thing as female pattern baldness, but none of these ladies were suffering from such a thing. They just wanted to have receding hairlines.

WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH THAT?????!!!!!!

As soon as science figures out a way trade our scalps, giving you my receding hair line and giving me your full head of beautiful silver Beatrice Arthur-like hair, I promise to make the phone call for us; but until that time, be happy with the fact that you can wear all the men’s underwear available under the rainbow... briefs, boxer-briefs, boxers, you name it, but please do not convince yourself that you are suffering from genetic errors that are attached to the Y-chromosome. Please.