I'm Just Dyeing To Know What You Think

So a new year is nearly upon us.
At the end of the first year in which I’d become a blogger I did a “year in review” post, but in successive years I did not. This year will be no exception.
After all, you were all there to see what happened just as much as – and possibly more than – I was, so what’s the point, really?
I pretty well detailed the two major events in my life for the past year (moving to a new house, losing my job) as they happened, so there’s really nothing to review even on a personal level.
In any case, this is my last week of unemployed and unfettered freedom. What will I do with what’s left of my free time? What do you think?
Before doing my grocery shopping this morning I stopped to get a haircut. It’s pretty short, and when I look at myself in the mirror I can’t help but think that I look like some sort of 80’s Russian super hero in his civilian guise. It’s probably not quite short enough for military standards, but it does give me that flat top look that was common to the presentation of Soviet super heroes in the comics back in the day.
Of course, what I also see when I look in the mirror is gray.
I’ve mentioned before that the first hints of gray appeared in my hair all the way back when I was 21, a fact that my then-wife got much amusement from. By the time I was 30 the gray easily outnumbered any remnants of my former dirty blonde color, and recently I’ve come to realize that what I thought were hints of my original color still hanging on are, in fact, simply darker shades of gray than the predominant silvery white gray.
I’ve never seriously considered doing anything about the gray, given that I don’t feel that I have any cause to be vain enough to do anything other than let nature run its course, but now, with the new career looming on the horizon, I can’t help but wonder if it isn’t time that I reconsider.
Why not make it a truly fresh start and restore my hair to its former color? At 35 I am, in some people’s estimation, still a young man, and while unchecked whisker growth reveals that the gray has begun moving downward, it doesn’t have a beachhead everywhere just yet, so why not fight back before it manages to overwhelm me?
Of course, I run into the question of whether or not I want to be that guy. You know, the guy who dyes his hair.
So I’m at something of an impasse, and, taking advice from Kathleen, I put the question forth to you. What do you, the readers of Threshold think?
I realize that, at best, I’ll get a response from Scott and possibly Stacy – though her own coloring proclivities make her opinion on this subject of dubious value; I might well end up with chartreuse hair if I were to take her advice – but I’m putting the question out there anyway.
(A while back Scott and I failed to get together at the comic shop due to a miscommunication. Stacy had stated that I should blame it on her and write a blog entry about what a mean wife Scott has. There, vile harridan, I’ve zinged you!)
Kathleen was of the opinion that if I do decide to dye my hair I should have it done professionally. I’m more inclined to go the Just For Men route. I think that actually paying someone to dye it for me goes well beyond whatever levels of vanity I can muster.
In any case, the question is put forth: to dye or not to dye?
Leave your answers in the Comments (yeah, right; I won’t hold my breath waiting).