I would like to address the detractors who have called into question the masculinity of those contestants with the good sense and decency to shave their neck hair early.
Gentlemen, you are meddling with forces you cannot possibly comprehend.
Though you may scoff, there is more at stake in the taming of the neckbeard than mere comfort or comeliness. Unchecked, the neckbeard elicits feelings of dread and horror. Women are gripped with paroxyms of primal terror, children flee screaming and even the most stalwart of men may be shaken to the point that he seeks comfort and guidance from sources without himself.
I offer Exhibit A, a photo of my unshaven neck taken late in the month last year; a photo so horrifying that one of our own contestants—a contestant who has less than a year later called me to task for trimming this area early in the contest—invoked a deity in response.
Don't look at it!— Henry Walton Jones, Jr., noted Man of Science.
[P]ut that thing away or you'll get us all killed!— Excerpt from a decree issued by a member of the Alderaanian Royal Family.
It is a simple matter to look upon us with scorn, for the unchecked neckbeard instills an inflated sense of self-worth in the man whose folly is to wear it. But I beseech you to look past your own ego and have some consideration for those around you. It is right and decent and merciful to shave the neckbeard; I would go so far as to say that it is your solemn duty as men to do so.
The neckbeard is not to be trifled with, gentlemen; it is a thing to be squelched at all costs. At stake is not mere masculinity, but humanity.
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Oh snap!
Take that Bob-ert!
Also, if you have a neck beard, you have to switch to Linux.
You do realize, of course, that Chuck Norris (you know, the guy in the upper-right of our webpage here) is sporting quite the neck beard.
Though, nothing like this guy:
Mr. Norris is sporting nothing more than a shadow beneath his handsomely bearded chin, Goose.
@Rachel: Switch?
Heh. You said butt.
Also! I invoked the deity's reassurance that it was, in fact, your neck depicted in the photograph in question, thus clearly finding that to be the least of the possible evils.
The neckbeard caused you to invoke a deity! To what end that deity was invoked is entirely irrelevant (at least insofar as it does not further my point)! All that matter is that the sight of the untamed horror upon my neck was sufficient to make you cry out to the heavens for some manner of succor!