Hello, my Creatures!
If you’ve been keeping up with On the Couch, then it’s no secret that I’d like to some day be able to sprout a beard. This is the part where I get to be a bit of hipster, because I TOTally wanted to do this before “No Shave November” and beards/mustaches in general were “cool.” No one will believe me, but it’s okay, I still think they’re cool and am quite pleased that they have become so popular because now I can buy merch with beards and mustaches on it, and all my friends give me fake mustaches and beards for birthday and Christmas.
Where was I.
Right. Growing a beard. This falls in the number five slot on Top Five Super Powers I Would Like To Have. It’s a low-level super power at best, but I would like the ability to grow and shed any style of beard, mustache, or combination thereof, in any natural hair color at will. Because let’s face it, I’m a lady, and facial hair just isn’t appropriate for every occasion. 1950s Dad does not find this prospect nearly as amusing as I do, and I haven’t worked out the logic on this yet, but I think it has something to do with the fact that he has the ability to actually grow a beard.
And I am more than a bit jealous. Think of how philosophical I’d look!
That’s all for now, my Creatures, and as always: Thanks for reading!
One thought on “The Beard”
Kimberle Andrews
You’re a lady? Or are you a female? 😛 I hate calling myself a lady, it conjures up images of cotillion and snobby british folk at high tea… I call myself a “gal”, because I’m far to “tee-shirt and jeans” for my own good. I dress up for weddings, and even then, usually in pants suits, much to the chagrin of my family. If I have to do something semi formal, I have some reasonable female polo shirts, though I dun fill them out as well as the designer intended, so I still look awkward.