With Halloween in the rearview mirror, it’s time to turn our attention the great autumnal tradition that is Novembeard. It’s a time for men (and some old Italian women) to celebrate their god-given gift to grow facial hair.
I got a running start at Novembeard this year, as I stopped shaving while there were still a few days left in October. You can see my progress above in the picture I took this morning. Sorry for the serious look, but it was hard to take a picture of myself in a poorly lit bathroom mirror with an iPhone. What you see isn’t masculine assuredness, it’s a moron going through an internal struggle.
There are many things I suck at, and growing facial hair is definitely one of them. I’m a slow grower. It’s usually a week before my wife even notices I’m trying, at which point she commands me to “shave that silly mess off of your face.” It’s becoming an annual tradition.
I’m not sure how long I’ll stick with my lame stubble, but I figure I’ll let it go for a while, probably until I start looking enough like Don to make me uncomfortable with the whole process.
Until then, I’ll happily save up those four minutes it takes to knock the whiskers off of my face every morning. That adds up to about two hours over the course of the month, or three episodes of Breaking Bad off of the Netflix. That sounds like a pretty sweet time swap to me!
We ran a poll a few months back, asking if you had facial hair, looks like only about half of you are already sporting some form of facial hair, so perhaps Novembeard is every month in your world. I say let it grow, let it grow, let it grow!
And for you ladies, perhaps you can grow hair…wherever you can.