Beard Stuff
Ok so at the start of the summer holidays I decided to grow a beard. I have had many half hearted attempts before but usually become too self conscious, especially as working in a school kids aren’t exactly subtle about commenting on your appearance. So 6 weeks with only my friends and family able to complain seemed like a good chance.
So I stuck with it and I kinda like it. I know my wife doesn’t but hey, to me it’s one of those things you have to try at least once. The way I put it to her was if she is allowed to shave her legs and put makeup on to make her feel feminine, I should be allowed to grow a beard to feel masculine. It’s not like it’s permanent either, I have varied the length of my facial hair for yonks and I doubt I will always have a beard!
So anyway what prompted me to blog about this is the baffling social rules that say it’s ok for people I’m not even overly friendly with to comment negatively on it. To tell me to have a shave or ask if I lost my razor.
Ok if this is acceptable, I might just start saying “Hey fatty, lose some weight!” or “Good grief woman that top is hideous. Did you run out of nice clothes?”.
My point being if I have chosen to grow a beard it is my choice, it did not come about through laziness. You don’t like it? Keep it to yourself. My wife can tell me that because she’s my wife. A casual work acquaintance can keep their trap shut though!
So yes it may be scruffy, it may not suit me and it may offend you, but it is my body to do with as I please.
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