Hair today, gone tomorrow: Ugly on the face of it

When I was not quite 19 and in fall term of my sophomore year in college I returned home for Thanksgiving dinner, bringing a housemate with me. I’d been growing a beard since beginning of term, two months before.
At dinner (and beforehand, while bustling over the Brussels sprouts and mashed potatoes in the kitchen) my mother kept staring at me oddly, as if something strange was going on and it just wasn’t quite computing. Finally I asked her what was wrong.
“You have a smudge on the side of your face,” she said.
She wasn’t kidding. I was crushed. So much for my hirsute abilities — and I heard that line repeated, with guffaws, for the rest of the school year from my turncoat housemate.
At last Monday’s Drammy Awards I ran into actor Todd Van Voris, who’d been playing Andrey Prozorov, the henpecked brother, in Tracy Letts’ adaptation of Three Sisters at Artists Repertory Theatre, and was sporting a suitably Chekhovian growth.
“How long until you get to shave?” I asked him.
“One more week!” he replied enthusiastically.
Then he added that it never fails: In the dead of winter he’s cast as someone clean-shaven and maybe even bald-pated; once the weather turns warm he’s cast as someone with facial hair in full sprout.
Apparently he can do full sprout.
In the movies, of course, you don’t have to grow ‘em, although of course you can if you want. If you don’t, makeup will cheerfully slap a facial growth on you. That’s why I liked this post (the photo montage above is just a sneak peek) from The Daily Beast, of the worst movie facial-hair moments. You could adapt this to country-western singers and male perfume and underwear models, too — those guys who have the perfect two-day stubbles around their gorgeously dimpled chins no matter what. John Travolta is a double winner (or double loser) in the Daily Beast sweepstakes, but I’m quite fond of the Jack Black growth, too.
P.S.: I’ve been wearing a beard for most of the past 40 years. Every now and again someone looks at me and says, “When did you start growing a beard?” I refer them to my mother.
June 14th, 2009 at 8:32 pm
Reminds me of the time my brother was home from grad school and we stayed up till the middle of the weesome and giggled as I helped him shave his beard. The next day my mom kept looking at him funny and finally asked, “Is something wrong with your eyes?”
June 14th, 2009 at 8:38 pm
You may appreciate this link to photos of a ukelele inlaid with a guide to moustaches from around the world:
http://www.xylocopa.com/content/complete-ukulele-guide-moustaches-world
June 14th, 2009 at 8:50 pm
Classic! Thanks, MTC. I urge all readers to click on the ukelele link Mr. Cannon so thoughtfully provides.
June 14th, 2009 at 8:51 pm
Pandemonium ensues in our household as we peruse the above site! Stache that bad boy on the bookmark! Sooo glad you’re back from vacation, MTC. Blogforthing (Bob won’t let me say “blogsex” anymore) just isn’t the same without you.
June 16th, 2009 at 2:55 pm
Reminds me of the time my father came out of the bathroom laughing like crazy because he’d been growing a mustache, and absent-minded as he was, had shaved half of it off by mistake. That was the last time he tried anything of the kind, much to my mother’s relief.