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Embracing the Silver Strands Thanks to Anne Kreamer and TIME for the article on whether women should color their hair [Sept. 10]. I'm 57 and started dyeing my hair in my mid-30s. When I turned 50, I decided that since I'd been a grandma from age 39, it was time I looked like one. Coloring your hair is a pain in the arse, as the Irish say. Your roots grow out in a week or two, and you have to touch them up or look like a skunk. Surely women have become liberated enough to do what...
...young man is Ernie Lemelin. Skinny, with a soft voice and still regulation-short brown hair, he's 26 and served for about 13 months in Iraq two years ago. He's cautious about his opinion on McCain's response. "I've been working a lot, I haven't had time to read much," he says, "Before I say anything, I should read the report...
...years old, and I don't understand what the big deal is over going gray. I've been getting steadily balder since I hit 30, and my remaining hair is becoming gray. When I was growing up, my father made and serviced toupees. I thought they were ugly and reflected the wearer's insecurity. I feel the same way about hair dye for men and women. Being who you are rather than putting up some kind of façade shows much stronger character. By all means, dress well, and stay healthy and fit. But dyeing your hair is right...
...read "The Gray Wars" with smug amusement. When my glorious mane of auburn hair started turning gray more than 15 years ago, I tried to maintain it artificially and was mortified by the black and purple results. I had it hacked off, and that was the end of the bottle for me. Today I am 51, long divorced, gray-haired and chunky, but I'm still very sexually active. I work out, ride a motorcycle and travel extensively. My life is good because I make it good. Boomers need to realize that if we fulfill our life expectancy, we will...
...Like most of the women in my family, I grayed very young - the white hairs at my temples appeared in my 20s. I rushed for the dye bottle and dutifully touched up my roots for the next 20 years. Three years ago, at the age of 40, I simply got tired of it and stopped. I hadn't seen my real color for two decades and wondered what I was in for. I was delighted to see an interesting salt-and-pepper mix with a few pure white streaks around my face, which I call nature's highlights. I think...