When I first heard about Movember (back when it was called the slightly less catchy 'No-shave November') I participated. Not that I had much to offer, my hair was more prone to falling across my face rather than growing on it. Now that the delights of being a teenager have passed, I'm consciously not participating out of respect for men everywhere. Because that which I call facial hair is about as respectable as a small dog in a raincoat.
Based on my family's genealogy, I should be able to grow something resembling a beard by the time I'm 27. Until then, don't hold your breath.
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