Beard Struggles

What does it mean to be on the struggle bus when it comes to having a chandelier of awesomeness hanging from your face?

1) Eating food becomes practically impossible without eating your beard and/or mustache. 

2) Kids, dogs, and other people step on your beard more than you realize. 

3) Giving oral sex now requires a towel nearby for wiping off your beard.

4) Men and women seem to think it is okay to touch your beard as if petting an animal. 

5)  People automatically assume that your beard smells like hat head.

These are my top 5 beard struggles. I want you to comment below so we can add to the list of Beard Struggles. I will post your name next to your struggles for participating. 

Gratitude, 

Ev Weber

 

Why I choose the uncanny lifestyle

In a world filled with copycats, and one-size fits all mindset, I choose to be the outlier whom stands out from the herd.  I actively choose to alter my physical appearance, because...why not?

Why not be different?  

What will happen if you step away from the herd of sheeple to differentiate yourself?

Will you be cast out for your will to be weird?  

The uncanny is frightening to people because it is not the norm.  It is the opposite of comfortable.  It is not safe to be different in a world filled with yes mam and yes sir drones.

If you ever get that itch to separate yourself from the masses as I did, own it.  Wear it with pride, and know you're not alone.  Respect to all who move against the grain of the status-quo with honor. 

I'll see you on the fringe. 

Ev

If you don't know, now you know.

Ahoy fellow pogonophiliacs,

As this is the first time writing to you, I feel as though I should explain the basis for this journal.  This is not an attempt for me to push any beard products on you, or even write solely on beard topics.  This journal is for me to share to you what is on my mind, and ask your opinion on an array of things that may intrigue me, or I want to know more about.  

Why should you care right? 

Answer:  Because I share the same thoughts and feelings you do.  I may share some intimate, personal, controversial, even embarrassing shit on here, but guess what?  This is a two way street. I want us to be friends.  I want you to comment and share your viewpoints.  Just because I am the one behind this journal spewing randomness, does not make me any kind of expert.  

The term “expert” is highly subjective anyway.  The only thing that really qualifies someone as being an “expert” is a smidge more knowledge on the subject than the mass public.  Think of all the shit you can be an expert on.  What do people ask you for help with all the time? 

The next time someone tells you they are, or someone they know is an expert, do me a solid, ask them what makes an “expert”, an expert?  Most people are parrots repeating what they have heard from other parrots.

Anyway, lets keep these letters to each other short.  Who really wants to read a page of text these days anyway?  Not me.