To beard or not to beard.

16 02 2013

Sitting in the pub the other night, I noticed a hairy phenomena unheard of when I haunted the bars every weekend back in the days of yore… back in the days of my youth.

Many of the young men these days are proudly sporting facial hair: cultivated goatees, haphazard 5 o’clock shadows, brazen muttonchops.

Many of my girlfriends vocalized their dislike of this trend. Not me, though. I’ve always liked a good looking man with a beard.

But before I go on, let’s clarify.

 

This?

ugly beard 2

 

Nope. Not good.

This?

 

ugly beard

 

 

No. For the love of all that is good in the world, NO.

 

This?

katie beard

Well, this is just a sad case of denied sexuality.

 

However, this on the other hand….

lenny

Yes.

This?

 

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God, yes.

 

This?

viggo

Sweet Jesus… I … I have no words….

 

You see, a good beard makes my inner cave girl quiver. It suggest strength, protection and a manliness that makes my heart flutter. The rough texture against my cheek (or any other body part *wink wink*) brings me to my knees.

I like it. I like it a lot.

Now, I am not one to try to change anyone’s mind. I can completely understand how a well-kept shaved man can make any woman swoon.

But the rugged manly touch of facial hair brings out the beast in me.

Final case in point:

thorin

You can all leave me be now… I’ll just be here…. gazing at this (yes, yes, I know… IMAGINARY… but full-on masculine) hunk of hairy manhood.