See the smooth jawline and the clever placement of the head to hide the zit from last night?
Look people. The comments on my not growing a beard post from yesterday devolved into discussion about women's leg hair.
Now you all are intelligent people. I feel awful silly having to go over this again. But BEARD = FACE. It does not fall down and nestle into your armpit. It does not slide around and spread itself all over your back. It doesn't buy cross country tickets for a trip to your calf. Beard remains on the face.
I did wonder for a time why men were allowed to do all sorts of things with facial hair, like sideburns and van dykes and goatees and beards, while women had no such outlet, even though our legs usually encompass more real estate than faces. Why can't we have a knee beard? But no. Society says no knee beard. Knee beard BAD.
So the site is all about how not to grow a beard. Beard is on the FACE. So I continue with my attempts to not grow a beard. And I will tell you, I'm doing a damn good job at it.
And I have a SPONSOR for my extremely womanly smooth failure to sprout hair from my chin. RAWK, thanks for saving the boobs!
(Interestingly, those I DO have.)
Feedback:
You are correct. Knee beard does = bad.
Wasn't that a Lord of the Rings character? I think Liv Tyler played her.
Knee beards.
Now there's a Dragon*con costume you wouldn't soon forget.
I need to get the brainwasher now.
I suspect, not that Mr. Miller has mentioned it, there will be an entire knee beard cosplay group at Dragon*Con next year.
Thank Azathoth I'll be in Australia...
Well now, Ms. Mighty Mur, I think there's a small anatomy or physiology lesson that needs to be pointed out. While yes, indeed, beard's typically involve the face, you'll find that as a man gets older, his facial (and even body) hair tends to go all sorts of ape shit on him.
Take for instance his eyebrows. I have personal experience that, if left untamed and uncut, the hairs within my eyebrows would attempt to strangle my wife in our sleep. I know more than once they've had the audacity to poke at my eye while I drive to and from work.
Now, the beard. I was told as a young man that as I increase in age, my beard would attempt to join up with said eyebrows. No, not from the sideburns, but from the chin. I would find hairs growing further and further up my cheeks until, one day, I may resemble the proverbial werewolf were I not to shave them into submission. And, holy crap, nose hair and ear hair? Hello? I have to keep those cut just to enjoy the sounds and smells of Christmas.
I'm pretty damn sure neck and chest hair would also like to mingle in a sight most unsightly. And I'm so glad I can't see my own back.
Thusly, Ms. Might Mur, welcome to the Game of Hair Wrangling.