My mom is a bit past fifty, and she has a bit of a love-hate relationship with her hair; after years of varying mid-length cuts, it's in something of a hobbit mullet at the moment, which oddly suits her perfectly. Discussions of length aside, her hair started graying in earnest about ten years ago, and words cannot describe how ridiculously proud I am of her for refusing to dye it. It was dark brown/black originally, and the blackish base is still visible, giving the gray a very silver look. When I was younger, I thought she looked like a comic book villain - and now I think she just looks fabulous. Her mother, sisters, and secretary have all been after her to get it 'touched up' for years - to the point of buying her gift certificates to local hairdressers specifically for dye jobs - but she refuses. She loves having a silver head.

(Her secretary is also trying to get her to cut it short, but Mom refuses on the grounds that that feels like getting old. She is not a fan of Acting Her Age.)

(Wow, I didn't realize how passionate I was about this until I sat down and wrote it out)