I can’t pay the rent!
You must pay the rent.
I CAN’T pay the rent!
I’LL pay the rent.
Curses! Foiled again!!
So yeah. I’m growing a bit of a handlebar mustache. For funsies.
Every time I twirl it a bit, or comb my beard, I remember that whole “you must pay the rent” thing. You know, with the comb making a mustache, a hair bow, and a bow tie.
Please tell me you remember this?
Anyhoo, I’ve been beard-experimental as of late. Trying to figure out the best neck line, beard length for my face, customization, etc.
Where I’ve sort of landed is to trim the sides of my beard shorter, but keeping the mustache and chin areas a bit longer. The fuller chin hair disguises my lack of a good chin, and the fuller mustache adds prominence and focus to my mouth.
Where it should be. *wink*
Plus, Minneapolis is the hipster Capitol of America, so this is the place for me to grow handlebars and experiment. And, as it turns out, I am really attracted to the bearded, glasses, tattooed, hipster look in’ guys. (Not the überskinny ones– the regular ones).
Also, I may have kissed a guy once who had a handlebar stache, and I may have liked it.