O old friend, why, thy face is valanced since I saw thee last.

It is remarkable how a man can change so completely the face he presents to the world simply by how he grooms (or doesn’t groom) his facial hair. What must it be like to grow more and more unfamiliar to yourself, day by day, as your face is covered with hair? And then to find a new version of yourself below it when you share it again?

Maybe this is why women get plastic surgery, not on cultural over-valuation of feminine beauty and youth, of course but for beard envy, because we cannot hide half our faces from ourselves with ourselves, and then reveal them again.


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