What an offensive typo. You are gloriously hydrated.

I'm growing out a beard now, partially because it's cold but also because I want to see how gray it is now. I'm not technically a silverback, as that hair is still not gray.

I have admixtures of gray emerging on my sideburns only.

Me too. At least if I'm clean shaven.

I have some shocks of gray, which I like.

I'm completely lighting dependent. Face to face, in indirect lighting, I think it still looks mostly brown. Bright sunlight seen from overhead? Shiny shiny silver.

The few hairs I have coming in the wrong color are coming in white, not gray.

Being white is not a crime.

Gray is a lot better for hair than complexion

Wait till your first completely-unasked-for senior discount.

I winced just reading 10.

Jammies' mom was 51 when we got married. And 48 when I met her! Somehow that's the "I'm old" fact that really shocks me.

My beard is pretty gray at this point.

"There are three common English words ending with GRY. Two of them are ANGRY and HAIR: GRY. What is the third word."

I am 60 years old and still have a full head of mostly dark hair. Soon people will be comparing me to Ronald Reagan, both for that and my stunning ignorance.

Heh.

15 to 13. Not that 14 wasn't also good in its own way.

Soon people will compare me to Nancy Reagan, due to my dainty-but-awkward perch on Mr. T.

10: Or when pretty young things [boys or girls, depending on how you swing] start getting up from their seats on the bus when you board. Or even worse, when middle-aged ladies start doing it. It's mortifying! "no no no, I'm not *that* old (yet)!"

"Arctic highlights."

I'm not going to lie. I'm at the stage of graying where the lingering brown bits really annoy me.

My hair is going a little grey at temples/sides, but I'm not particularly grey for someone who is 52 in a few weeks. I'd say I'm probably one of the least grey of my immediate friendship group except for the two guys who dye their hair, although I am definitely receding/balding.

My beard, on the other hand, has a lot of white and grey patches, but it's not even, or even symmetrical. I have one of those variegated Celtic/Nordic kind of beards that's mostly brown, but with ginger and blonde bits, so at the moment, I think it looks quite scruffy and unwashed, but there's not much I can do about it except wait for it all to go grey/white.

I've had a few gray hairs since my 20s, so I feel like it doesn't mean anything, but I'm in my 40s and still mostly brown-haired. My sister would have been more gray than not in college if she hadn't dyed it. More importantly, I still have hair, unlike my dad in his 30s.

I feel like I can't talk about this sort of thing out loud in person too much because Cassandane is noticeably older than me. Atossa teases her about her age a lot.

18: I think of myself as healthy and vigorous, but I'm middle aged enough looking that I've started getting embarrassed about getting up for people who look like they need a seat on the subway. If there's something concrete -- a cane, definite pregnancy, sure. But just old and tired looking I worry that having me rather than a kid get up looks insulting.

I just remembered a slightly surreal experience from when I last visited my parents.

I attended my mom's sit-and-strength exercise class with her, meaning you do the entire thing from a chair. It was me and about eight elderly ladies. I was trying to use it as an opportunity to be meditative/present in the moment/appreciate vitality/etc. The background music was generic pop, and then the "We Ain't Ever Gettin' Older" song came on*, which says that line quite often, and so I contemplated those lyrics for a bit, and the clear lie they told.

*It's such a dumb earworm that you probably did hear in a convenience store or at the gym, from a year or two ago: "so baby pull me closer in the back seat of your rover, like that tattoo on your shoulder and the mattress that you stole, from your roommate back in boulder, we ain't ever getting older, we ain't ever gettin' older" or whatever it is.

I think it's thy Chainsmokers feat. Halsey.

Bunch of stuffy old people commenting above the waist.

I didn't shave for about a week while on a trip outdoors in the desert and I think I would need a year to grow a beard that looked like a beard rather than just me not shaving for a few days. Maybe when I'm in my 50s things will change. I'm not that far from my 50s but some people are surprised I'm in my 40s. Hilariously someone recently thought my dad was my grandfather.

Oh, I have already started getting the unrequested senior discounts now that my beard is all white. Which I am perfectly fine accepting five years before I'm due because that 5% means an effectively free Java Monster or something later.

Hilariously someone recently thought my dad was my grandfather.

Someone once asked my wife if she was my daughter. Admittedly the person asking was quite old, but it was both shocking and amusing. I'm about 6 years older than she is, but at that point, I think we were both in our 20s or I may have just turned 30, I didn't look old for my age.

That reminds me of the time a co-worker, one who did not know me well at all, asked if my sisters were my daughters. I was maybe 28 at the time and my youngest sister is five years younger than I am.