Okay, since the whole quarantine situation started, we have all become.. should I say, a little hairier. Not just the mops on our heads, but what’s the point of the daily leg/pit shave?
In the beginning, I would put a little makeup on and style my hair to “feel” better, even energized. A squirt of perfume to start my day put me in the right frame of mind. Now, it’s a great day if I have a bit of mascara and lip gloss to make me look less lifeless.
So, how about the men in our lives? Well ladies, I have quickly discovered their rebellion and version of letting it all hang out is the beard. In the beginning stages, kind of sexy..five o’clock shadow vibe, then it’s like a thousand hyperdermic needless stabbing you every time they sneak a kiss. Now I hear the clippers running because he has to trim it before he shaves. Clippers! Since when has he ever had to clip it down before shaving because it’s so long? That was three weeks ago…he lied! Never shaved, it’s gone completely rogue, like Gandalf…”Thou Shall Not Pass”!
I’m not going near that thing. On the other hand, he should consider himself lucky I’m not like Chewbacca by now. Then, it’s like he finally figured it out, a clean shaven man sneaks in for an unexpected kiss, there’s a WOMENT.
