Remember how you fantasized about running your fingers through it?
About gently brushing that magnificent mane for him 100 times every night?
It won’t be lush for much longer.
It’ll disappear. First a few will fall out, then hundreds at a time until there’s nothing but an embarrassing few strands you desperately arrange in some sad attempt to cover your bald pate.
At least that’s what Tom is thinking right now. It’s his greatest fear, losing that gorgeous matinee idol head of hair.
At least that’s what In Touch Weekly claims Tom is thinking right now.
See, Tom will 50 years old (50!) in July. July 3 to be exact. (And not July 4, as suggested by his 1989 Vietnam-era film, Born on the Fourth of July.) That’s the other side of middle age. It’s the time the body begins, ever so slowly at first, to give up on you.