Mr. Potato Head
I've reached that point in my life where I'm sporting a moustache. It may be a biological function, I don't know. As such things go, I now notice who also has one. Middle-aged men for the most part. In my case, I got curious in my college days about what would happen if I didn't bother to shave at all, and before long I had some scraggly chin spinach. I did the usual thing that I still see youngsters do, that is to let it grow as long as possible without giving it any shape, resulting in a sort of Fu Manchu affair. Eventually I discovered that it was possible to trim the whiskers to good effect. I usually went with the goatee, it being a more or less natural formation which took a minimum of maintenance. Sometimes I've gone clean shaven. Recently I wondered what would happen if I lost the beard. I like the moustache, it's streaked with grey and is pretty full -- I like to think it makes me look kind of like Einstein. It doesn't matter to anyone else what the hell I look like anyway, so it's just between me and the dork in the mirror.