Picture taken from a pretty sweet site that sells beards. Like, she makes a beard, maybe out of felt, and you put it on your face. Her site is situated here. (She got it from a guy Paul Blow, who is situated here.)Thus begins our journey into the wild and wacky world of, you guessed it! Beards! I want this to be part of a series. I can think of a million directions to go in. I know at least one human being is going to read this and, I don't know, have an opinion, so I want to hear about it. I don't know how the comments work on this thing, but you can probably figure it out.
Beards evolved for me personally from the point I started growing a hair or two on my upper lip, to the longest my beard has ever been, today.I've decided to take this dreadful blog and turn it into a beard chronicle for a while. I've been inspired by other beard enthusiasts.
Though it's recently that I've been encouraged by many, and received countless high fives by passers-by to continue to grow a massive amount of hair on my face, I've also been called a terrorist and disgusting. So no, it's not all fucking lollipops and buttercups my friends. This was a journey that started ten years ago. The path was painful at times, the footing was questionable, and the looks of passers-by were funny ones.
Today, seems to me a truly unique point in history for the beard. Beards went in and out of style over and over through the course of time. The shape the hair on a hero's face was shaped by the place and time they lived in. What would my Dad look like without his beard? What would Robin Hood look like without his beard? Who would Che Guevara inspire with a clean cut look? Would a wizard like Gandalf look like a fucking knob without his wise face-hair? How do you know it's even Hitler if you shave him!? Facial hair is pretty much the most distinguishing feature of icons.
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