Long story less long, I mentioned to my wife that when I did my weekly haircut, as I usually do on a Thursday morning, I was taking off the whiskers.
I was a bit surprised, because up until now she hadn't really weighed in on the whole "to grow or not to grow" issue. I asked her why she thought I should keep it.
She said, "Olivia [our daughter] likes it, and I think it gives your face a little character. It keeps you from looking like a roll-on deoderant."
She then backpedaled a bit, no doubt due to the pained expression on my face. She commented that I looked better with it than without it, because without it I had the whole Uncle Fester thing going on. (And she's right, without it, I do.) She said that at the Oscars, Kevin Spacey and Tom Hanks were sporting new goatees, and Peter Gabriel, a musician she finds infinitely sexy, has worn one for years. So there's that.
And apparently, I also won't be mistaken for a vintage tube of Ban. That's how we roll here in Chez Borror-Hayes -- keepin' the romance alive.