Or, Hating the Beard
I Hate This Stupid Beard
It feels horrible and looks just as bad. When I was in my twenties, the beard had a lot of reddish tones in it. They’ve been replaced in middle-age by white and gray hairs.
This is the first the year I’ve participated in the No-Shave-November fad. As my cousin Valerie noted, it’s a special kind of cool to take part in a fad after it’s no longer fashionable. The beard would look better if I had some way of keeping it trimmed and well-defined, but I don’t think I will grow another beard so I won’t spend the money for a Norelco beard trimmer.
I thought the beard might help to camouflage my less than adequate facial symmetry, but it’s instead accentuated it.
Come December, this facial hair’s got a date with my barber.