I go to the salon, and my hero practically pulls out the electric razor and reduces the mop to a controllable buzz cut (which, BTW, is why so many people assume I am less interested in men than I am... well, that and the fact that I've been celibate for two decades, this coming year).
Anyway, I got my grey unruly mass removed, and, of course, had a great and magnificent melody in response to my own preference...
I like the song, but, even more, I like not having to waste tons of money on bottles of products designed to make me spend hours in front of a mirror being more than dissatisfied. Let the hippies and the runway models lose fortunes on conditioner.
Meanwhile, just remember, it grows by itself.