Ocean is providing an invaluable public service by letting the readers know that hair matters

I just can’t get enough of that book (The Substance of Style, see post below). It’s not that I need validation for the important things that I engage in each day (clean office, talk to colleagues...). It’s the idea that surface matters. It’s that there is this hidden little secret about life that we’ve all been loath to admit. There was a REASON why I was excited about finally framing my singular, lovely print of Zelazowa Wola today to hang in my office, and that I was tickled about picking up this little pot of lilies-of-the-valley for the spot right next to the clock, and why I was EXTATIC to learn that I would have my computer screen upgraded in my office to one of those flat skinny models… I am but a slave to aesthetics.

More importantly, I learned something that may help readers undersatnd why some politicians survive and others fade with the last strand of thining hair. [Why is Tony Blair’s popularity waning? It’s his hair. It’s not looking as good as it once did. ] I read the following:

The 2001 British election concentrated even more blatantly on the candidates’ looks. “The underlying topic of the General Election,” wrote a Tory commentator, “was not tax and spend, boom or bust, saving the pound and snatching Britain from the gaping, salivating maw of Europe, but hair, and [Tory candidate William] Hague’s distressing lack of it.” Hague’s looks were universally declared a major political problem, before and after he was troused by Tony Blair. “The general view is that he looks a lot like a fetus in a suit,” said an old friend and ally.

The hair is not holding up though. A Tory leader attacked Blair on the hair issue. “He’s losing it pretty rapidly and brushes it like a teased Weetabix.”

Don't know what Weetabix look like? Neither did I. Thank you Google: