“Grey Goose martini, please,” Laura Goldenberg said to the bartender as she settled onto her stool. She glanced at her Rolex, pulled an issue of Harvard Business Review out of her Coach bag, and leafed through it, tapping her foot impatiently as she waited for her son to show up. A college senior, Alex was juggling exams, a job at a health club, and a long list of friends and girlfriends—not to mention a Web business he was launching. But when he finally sauntered in 20 minutes later, Laura’s irritation quickly gave way to surprise. Alex had the words “Gold’s Gym” emblazoned across his forehead in bright yellow letters. “What is that? Are you coming from some sort of Halloween party? Or is this a fraternity stunt? Wait—don’t tell me it’s permanent!” She reached up to touch the letters.

A version of this article appeared in the October 2003 issue of Harvard Business Review.