To be fair, it often is.
To dye, or not to dye. That is the question.
Whether ‘tis nobler in my age to suffer
The slings and arrows of OUTRAGEOUS gray hair,
Or to take pigments against a sea of silvering,
And by painting cover them? To dye, to shade;
No more; and by a shade to say we end
The heart-ache of the thousand natural colors
That hair is heir to, ‘tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d.
Don’t mind me. I’m just contemplating coloring my hairs again.