I find myself, particularly over 40, being the victim of one of the most insidious plagues ever leveled against mankind; excessive ear and nose hair growth. Yes, there is simply no sensation quite like that of kneeling down to be eye-to-eye with a nine-year-old, especially one who doesn't speak the best English, and having them go, "TEACHER!" and point up their nose, in an effort to tell you your personal grooming is more amiss than you imagined. When it first happened, I feared the worst, and ran into the bathroom to check for boogers I may not have detected. Upon looking in the mirror, I discovered something even more embarrasing; over-long, Santa Claus-white nose hairs, a whole clot of them, magnified now to this child, because I had the poor taste to kneel. Ear hair can be just as bad. Left unchecked, it can leave you with the appearance of wearing some variety of awful, grotesque earrings. Types more gross and creative than myself might simply braid the offending hairs, and leap from building to building like Spiderman. I suppose there's enough tall buildings in Korea that I could do that if I really wanted, but given my resident alien status, it probably wouldn't be the wisest thing to do. Martha, bless her ever-loving heart, usually elects to handle such business, so that a social faux pas of this sort normally never arises; I knew there was some down-side in the fact that she stayed in America.......but enough of that.