“Pre-50 me would’ve judged Crocs like they were a moral failing.” Now he owns multiple pairs. Three weeks ago, my wife told me my hair looked ridiculous and I needed a haircut. I agreed. But I still haven’t booked one. This is not new behavior. The time between haircuts keeps stretching. Six weeks becomes eight. Eight becomes “when I get around to it.” My wife and sons mention it. But my hair routine is simple. However I wake up is how it looks. I haven’t stopped caring — style has just slid