Last week the Food and Drug Administration approved the use of Propecia, a pill for male pattern baldness, to be available next month. Besides the cuteness of the name (alopecia means baldness . . . Propecia could mean gobs of this new stuff), the new drug got men to thinking. Here, four thoughts:
I am definitely asking for a raise.
Two years ago, as part of my "normal reporting duties," I had my head flocked with that spray-on hair gunk by infomercial king Ron Popeil. A year later, I was assigned to do a piece on toupees and got outfitted with a weird pompadour rug.
A few days ago, my editor approached with "a great story idea." Based on years of journalism experience, I know that when an editor utters the phrase "great story idea," it can mean only one thing.
"Did I mention my appendix just burst?" I asked.
"Again?" my editor replied.
Drat. So here I am once more, this time as Mr. Gone in a "Going, Going, Going, Gone" series on the new anti-baldness pill.