Beards. Symbols of manhood and verility. If the members of ZZ Top didn’t have enormous beards, they’d be ZZ Bottom.
Beards are very popular these days: the full bushy lumberjack, or the neat cut a little longer than 5 o’clock shadow, or even the goatee.
Working from home, I don’t need to shave often. Or at all for that matter. The only times I do shave is when I go to a relative’s house for an occasion or I’m seeing Mona (and that’s not all the time, either.)
Why do I need to shave at all? Why can’t I just beard it out like most men these days? Because when I try to grow, it looks like this:
(And this pic is after 2 weeks of not shaving!)
That’s right: nothing on the front of the chin, very little in the sides and a mustache you can practically wipe off with a napkin. I can only grow UNDER my jaw… the AMISH goatee.
I’m Gratuitous Jebediah.
It reminds me of the episode of Cheers where the guys had a beard growing competition and Cliff Claven glued hair on his face because he was a fellow baby-bottom-face.
(Sigh) Oh well. At least I still have the hair on my head. My brother Scott could grow crop circles on his face is he wants, but at 25 years old his head was bald as a cucumber.