"He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man."
I never liked beards. And truthfully, I never really disliked them either.
Then my husband grew one.
And I fell in love. Sure, there might be days when it may look a little 'I just slept in a box on the street' but most of the time? Its totally hot. I had never really pictured him with facial hair, but now I can't really imagine him without it. In fact, once or twice a tear has come to my eye at the thought of losing that beard.
When I was in high school, I used to check out guys by looking at their shoes or the length of their hair. If you weren't wearing Converse or skate shoes or Doc Martens, and your hair wasn't approaching your shoulders, I probably wasn't giving you the time of day.
Now, 10 years later, its all about the beards. You know, like this one or these two, though maybe not yet these two. I'd even go for this mustache. I don't know what it is really, the hippy feel? The rockstar aura?
Whatever it is, its working.
And I like it.