I have to confess something. Warning: beardist rant. →[More:]I HATE BEARDS! I DO I DO I DO I REALLY HATE THEM! IT DOESN'T MATTER WHO THEY'RE ON OR WHETHER OR NOT THEY'RE IN STYLE, I CAN'T STAND THEM! AAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH!
I don't even like Abraham Lincoln's beard. Not even Walt Whitman's magnificent flowing extension of his effusive self!
I don't know why I have this irrational distaste for beards, but I do, and so now I've said it.
And, yes, I realize I just turned in one my of last plausible hipster-cred cards (not that I ever had that many). So be it. My hatred of beards runs that deep.
Phew! I'm feeling calmer now . . .