Ode to Facial Hair

Today, I saw a whole group of young men sporting very stylish mustaches. I smiled and thought to myself, "The world could always use a little more stache..." but then I was suddenly sad to realize that Movember/Noshember/Novembeard/No-Shave November is coming to a close. I will miss all the glorious beards, mustaches, and assorted facial hair patterns that have been so diligently groomed by classy men all over. So, in honor of the commencement of a glorious month dedicated to the growing of hair on one's face, I give you the one and only (AND the original)...


Beard Song.

(Rocky and Balls also came out with a song about mustaches specifically for the month of November. I don't love it as much as The Beard Song, but if you want to check it out, click here.)

Further Proof I Don't Go To BYU

Today while walking to my U.S. Institutions class, I saw a very large, bearded man wearing... brace yourself... a skirt. Now, this was not a kilt or some sort of traditional dress of another culture. It was simply a long, black women's skirt accompanied by a too-short screen tee, sneakers, and a windbreaker. Classy.