A strange thing. Perhaps owing to the likelihood that the vast majority of people are nice somewhere underneath, that's what I've found anyway,
but my social navigating has revealed some curious happenstance. I'm pushing 70 but my hair is still only salt n pepper, even tho my facial hair is all white. And it helps I'm sure that I'm about the size (and appearance) of your average garden gnome. So no matter how much I swagger I'm really no threat to anyone. When I had a very short brush cut and full white beard I could stop traffic (unintentionally) just by looking at crosswalks. People would wave from behind their steering wheels "go ahead ol fella, it's okay". Then, when I grew my hair shoulder length, the traffic respect/pity ended. No more Mr and Mrs nice guys. They would shake their heads and worse. Having gotten fed up with pony tails and fuss I recently got shorn, and guess what. The nice people are back. What the
Sitting in the kitchen the other night with my missus I suggested she wash out her colour and wear her grey with pride. (oops, I was supposed to be fooled into believing she was still 30). I said she'd benefit from some of this ageism thing going on. She wasn't impressed, so I'll just let that go.
It's too bad this doesn't apply to driving, because in this rat infested part of the world too many folks drive like they're mad; mad as hatters and mad at somebody, anybody, you buddy. I refuse to go 140 in an 80 zone, otherwise I drive fairly close to the suggested speed limits posted. And still I get angry feckers losing their self-entitled princess snowflake cool because I'm using up valuable asphalt real estate. Maybe I ought to invest in a convertible, so they can see my pitiable old garden gnome situation, and show a little respect. End of rant.