At the beginning of November, my roommates decided to not shave for the rest of the month. For some inexplicable reason, I joined them.
Some background: I had never attempted facial hair before, aside from a feeble attempt at a goatee shortly after graduating college. I abandoned that quest after a week when I realized that (A) it didn’t look very good and (B) goatees are for jerks, anyway.
So, I grew the beard. I did shave my neck, however. There’s no way I’m growing a throatee. The beard came in nicely, although I realized I didn’t have much facial hair on my cheeks. It was kind of scraggly and I didn’t particularly like the upkeep on the beard – it was almost as much trouble as shaving. Not to mention the constant itchiness against my face. I did get some compliments on the beard, but then again, I got some compliments after I got rid of it, too.
So now the beard is gone. I think I’m going to stay clean-shaven from here on out. I personally didn’t like how the beard looked, and I’m willing to put up with the trouble of shaving because it’s preferable to the trouble of not shaving. And besides, while many consider beards to be manly, I take a particular kind of manly pride in the art of giving myself a clean, close shave.
And of course, this post is useless without pics, so here they are – the beard, and what I did in the process of shaving the beard.