I recently went to a supermarket and visited the aisle selling wet mops, the kind with long white ropy strands, the kind that birthed the term “moptops,” which was over-generously applied to the early Beatles. I see men with neatly trimmed hair in the streets — someone is risking sickness and even death by going to barbers. And I’m not exposing myself to danger, and by extension exposing others to danger, because of the folly of vanity! A relative of mine recently appeared on screen proudly sporting a new “do” his doctor wife had given him. He eventually asked his wife to cut his pandemic hair, and she turned out to have some skill, but also ... predilections.

Source: Washington Post September 03, 2020 12:56 UTC