I stand my ground: John Edwards is a lightweight of the first order.
The hair, up close, is peppered with tiny strands of blond. Chestnut brown and
so finely trimmed, mellifluous, smooth, and feathery, it could almost be a
weave, the Platonic ideal as imagined by the Hair Club for Men. Along with the
piercing blue eyes, slashing V-shaped smile, and a shimmering burgundy shirt
tucked into stonewashed Levi's resting low on the hips, the hair completes the
man: John Edwards, a populist Adonis, a golden god of a Southern Democrat.