Up North ~ Life in Minnesota

Yes, it’s that time of year again. It’s the time when a man must boldly stand up and reassert his masculinity. It’s the time when the beardless are derided for no good reason, unless one recalls that they are, in fact, spoiling it for the rest of us. It’s the time when when women and children with sensitive skin begin to shy away from their menfolk, or risk a debilitating case of “whiskerburn.” It’s the time when prepubescent lads idly dream of future glory. I speak of November, beard month. The month of vikings, mountain men, Chuck Norris, and Kenny Rogers. The month where nothing five-bladed, triple-headed, dual-actioned—with or without soothing micro-pulses—must ever touch a real man’s face. The month when the age-old debate—foam or gel— is temporarily rendered irrelevant. If you think you have what it takes, you’re in good company. If not, perhaps all you need is a little inspiration.