2013-07-28 16:24
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Slightly inspired by the mockup series of before & after photos that were posted here, and because I am a vain, calendar-defying ass-basket who is stolidly flipping my impending 40th birthday off, this morning, I did what has become cloyingly termed (within the context of my relationship with CS[1]) "regenerate," to see how much difference a shave and a haircut (two bits) actually makes.

I joke that I can shave fifteen years off my face when I bother; I'm wondering whether or not throwing a baseball cap on might make it twenty.
[1] Invariably, when I do go all the way to clean-shaven[2], she jokes about checking my ID and wondering where my hot older brother went.
[2] Which is seldom, because I'm lazy, and clippered to a sixteenth of an inch or whatever is my default setting. I have every expectation to get weird looks and confusion when I walk into the office tomorrow on a par with showing up wearing pants.

I joke that I can shave fifteen years off my face when I bother; I'm wondering whether or not throwing a baseball cap on might make it twenty.
[1] Invariably, when I do go all the way to clean-shaven[2], she jokes about checking my ID and wondering where my hot older brother went.
[2] Which is seldom, because I'm lazy, and clippered to a sixteenth of an inch or whatever is my default setting. I have every expectation to get weird looks and confusion when I walk into the office tomorrow on a par with showing up wearing pants.
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[1] This is independently verified by professionals; there is/was an old-school barbershop by my office in New Orleans that the old codgers I worked with swore by[2], and he did the hot-lather, straight razor shave.... and had to strop the blade four times over the course of scything off two weeks' worth of my stubble.
[2] For both the quality of the barbering, and the fact that the hair stylist, his assistant, was flat-out gorgeous and very personable.
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Having both waxed my eyebrows and seen The 40 Year Old Virgin, there is no fucking way I will wax my chest and back. I'll clipper them down about to what you see here (this is my recently-mown summer pelt; I wasn't going to go as far as the guy in that article to illustrate the point).
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"Regenerate" totally cracked me up.
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