THE MAKE UP FOR REAL MEN

I’m going to be interviewed today by satellite for a Rochester-area station; the subject is my Atlantic article on what happens to America when the baby boomers retire, which was partially set in my mother’s hometown in western New York State. In the process of setting the details of who does my makeup (answer: me), Evan Dawson, who will be interviewing me, sent this observation about life in the glamorous world of television news:

As an aside, the first time your girlfriend asks to borrow your bronzer, it’s embarrassing. The second time, not so much. The third, and you begin to wonder if you could make a fortune by inventing “Cover Guy” to compete with the heretofore monopolizing “Cover Girl.”