I never would’ve thought I’d marry someone with a full beard. Then again, I never really thought about getting married as a kid, so that’s not too surprising.
But still. Facial hair was never my bag. Until, slowly, it was.
I used to hate facial hair. Not with the burning rage that I reserve for Donald Trump or people who gloat about not like something popular, but the kind of hatred that I felt was central to my sense of self.
There were so many soft, smooth-faced celebrities when I was growing up that there was really no reason why I would be attracted to men with moustaches, goatees, soul patches, or beards. (I’m still iffy about moustaches and soul patches, as anyone should be.)
So, how did I end up where I am today, married to a man with a full beard? Let’s take a walk through my celebrity crushes past.
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