The Beard, and the concomitant lifestyle that it allows, in fact transcends socio-economic class, ethnicity, race, culture, gender, age, religion, politics, ethos, plurality, diplomacy, prison, the ramparts, regularity, even lifestyle itself; so that a man with a beard may seem one thing, but he is always another, and then another still. This is far different from that superstition of the simpleton: that a man with a beard always has something to hide. Rather, a man with a beard is always hidden, though in hiding he is less hidden than if he were trying - he NEED NOT TRY. He is hiding itself. And in so doing all is revealed.
For reasons such as these, and thousands more, I am going to attempt to document the undocumentable. I have said before that I would like it very much if readers would send us pictures of themselves or of the bearded men they love, admire, either/or, or both, I suppose, and even fear... yes, even that. Any photos you might have and I could then include these, when sufficiently impressive, in the Beard of the Day contest, the winner of which receives a week's supply of
Jack Black Beard Lube Conditioner. Also, very soon the Beardo team will be hitting the streets in search of those oh certain someone's and their beards. Look out, you might be our next subject! (You won't receive any Jack Black Beard Lube, but you might find you end up in a little corner of the interweb that is becoming more and more distinguished every day). Yes, we're pretty proud of ourselves over here at O.B., proud to be endowed.
Let it grow, brothers!