That's not to say I don't enjoy a shorn dude. But usually, if a guy has a great beard or an interesting mustache, I'm automatically intrigued. This is to the dismay of my women friends, who all think beards are scruffy and mustaches are pedophilic, and my mom, who spent many a year trying to convince me that beards and mustaches were trashy. I contribute it to a late-blooming Lumberjack Desire--a dude who can really swing an ax (knowwhatI'msayin), or a subliminal message that conveyed bearded dudes as strong providers and protectors. Regardless, it's a visual aid for a Dude's badassity, suaveness and virility--and it's something that I'm just particularly drawn to.
A few weeks ago, though, I was googling pictures of Jim Morrison for a project, and realized my love for Bearded and Mustachio'd Dudes goes much deeper than some superficial festish. Turns out, when I was younger, my favorite things were linked to Bearded or Mustachio'd Dudes.
|Jesus Christ Superstar|
|Berke Breathed, comic artist|
|David the Gnome|
|Obi Wan Kenobi|
|Pre-millenium Steven Speilberg|
|the fiendish Captain Hook|
I think now, as an adult, I associate Beards and Mustaches with greatness, and maybe that's why I gravitate towards the men of face fur.
And, well, maybe it also has to do with heroin-chick hotness.
Let's hear it for the beard!