Poor men. It’s so hard. The moment they reach the peak of their powers, their hair tends to lose its verve. Maybe it thins, and maybe they consider a vacation in Istanbul, where the hair-transplant business is booming, and men roam the halls of the Four Seasons Bosphorus in bloody gauze. Bon voyage, hairless men.
Maybe their hair turns gray and they simply aren’t ready for such a visible sign of vulnerability. When it happened to a Goldman Sachs partner several years ago, he did what far too many men do under the circumstances. He bought a box of hair dye and covered the gray with a shade that could have been light-medium brown but turned a screeching, 45th-presidential orange. Despite being a master of the universe, he was often met with snickering. An office skit mocked him mercilessly.
