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While we're tangentially on the subject of it (see the previous post's photos), I'm going to take a moment to talk about facial hair. Specifically, I'm going to rant for a moment about how badly some men deal with it. Commissioner Gordon is one example. Recently, I read a story about how mustaches are making a comeback. You say "mustache," I think "gay men in the '70s." Nothing wrong with that, particularly, except that most mustaches are ill-trimmed, get in the way of beverage consumption, tickle the nose of a person the mustachioed one kisses, and tend to look like a caterpillar took up residence in that path between nose and lip.

And then there's the ever-popular goatee, often used by men to cover up double chins or the lack of any chins at all. Or to look ultra hip and trendy. Or to resemble Diablo. For a complete history of goatees, and to delve into the question of whether they originated with Satan, click here.

The full beard (or some modification of one) isn't seen a lot these days. Santa can pull it off. Maybe Col. Sanders or Uncle Sam. Others, I'm not so sure about.

The following is a list of a few of my favorite facial-haired gentlemen.

Alan Rickman (circa the Die Hard days?)
Colin Farrell (swoon)
George Clooney (two words: Salt and Pepper)
Gerard Butler (what's he got on under that kilt?)
Kevin Anderson (he was truly at his wooly best in Sleeping with the Enemy)









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