It's funny how we think of ourselves. Or don't think of ourselves? I worked with an older guy many years ago, and he was sort of a breakroom punching bag because he was in his 60s or so, and he looked like he just walked off Miami Vice (not the Don Johnson look). His wardrobe was of a 20 year old from the 80s. That was the prime of his life, and he never stopped dressing like it. I thought it was funny, but also kind of cool for him to be that way. At the time, I also wondered if I was looking at a mirror in a time machine. I was. If I go into a vintage clothing store and amass a pile of clothing that genuinely attracts me, it's all clothing from my late teens and early 20s. I'm the fool now. While the look of this guy never really bothered me, it has bothered me over the years to run into people who don't age gracefully. People who seem rather fixated on not showing gray hair. Dressing in a way that doesn't match their age or personality (this guy definitely dressed like his personality, but not his age). So I'm not only the fool now, but also a hypocrite.