Have you ever had your dreams crushed because you came to the realization that you are an immigrant and can't become President? Or were they crushed the day you went out for basketball tryouts and everyone was three feet taller than you?
Well I had a dream once. When I grew up I wanted to be like Abraham Lincoln, Confucius, and Karl Marx. Did I want to be president? No. Did I want to be honest? Not really something that I have aspired to be. Did I want to be wise? Nope. Did I want to be a communist? For a little while, but I grew out of that. What I wanted was to be able to grow a beard. William Shakespeare once said, "He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man." I wanted to don the mark of a distinguished, wise, and powerful man. But here I am, approaching my 26th birthday, and due to my genes I am only able grow facial hair comparable to a 14 year old. Do I blame this on my parents? Maybe, but I know they didn't not wish this upon me.
To my immigrant friend who cannot become president, there is always governor. To my short friend, there is always Madden. For me, thanks to the discovery of picnik.com, there is always photo shop.
According to a poll by tressugar.com, 50% of women like scruff, 20% like clean shaven, 13% like full beards, 12% like goatees, 4% like sideburns, and 2% like the 'stache. Well at least I can do a little scruff and I have no problem being clean shaven. That accounts for 70%. I just hope Megan falls into that 70%. I'll ask her tonight.
