"Stubble, Stubble, Toil and Trouble"
Huffington Post - over 3 years
By Jerry Zezima
When I was in high school and was just starting to shave, which led to so much blood loss that I should have been honored by the Red Cross, I read "The Razor's Edge," the W. Somerset Maugham classic that was not, much to my amazement, because I was a stupid kid, about shaving.
Young men reading the book today would be similarly surprised, which is why many of them, unwilling to risk bleeding to death, barely shave at all.
Lately I have noticed that stubble is in style. Everywhere you look, there are guys with 5 o'clock shadow.
I don't know what happens when the time changes and it's either 6 o'clock or 4 o'clock (spring ahead, fall behind, cut yourself, wounds to bind), but I do know that women love this look on young guys but hate it on geezers like me.
One of them is my wife, Sue, to whom I cuddled up on a rare day when I didn't shave.
"Stop it!" she shrieked when I nuzzled her with a face (mine, naturally) that looked and felt like sandpaper.
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