Monday, January 24, 2011
...ain’t it weird?
I stopped scraping my face during the Great Atlanta Wintry Weather Event two weeks ago, out of an admixture of laziness and curiosity. It had been some six-plus years since I last had any substantial amount of Facial Hair (pencil-thin moustaches notwithstanding), and I wanted to see how much more salt had crept into the salt-and-pepper.
Having a hairy face is a morning Time-Saver, that’s for sure. It also allows one to economize on razor blades and shaving cream.
A beard distracts the observer’s gaze from the thinning hair atop my head, simultaneously hiding a multitude of chins. It allows me to cultivate a Rabbinic Demeanor, conveying a certain sense of maturity, experience, and - dare I say - a scholarly, learnèd appearance.
Of course, one could say that I just look like a grizzled old goat, too.
[I may or may not keep it. Been there, done that, as they say. Once that pile of snow by the driveway is gone, any Face-Hair is fair game.]