The Finch Formerly Known As Gold

28 May 2006

We got stubble! Right here in River City!

The National Organization of Social Crusaders Repulsed by Unshaven Faces seems to be a viral campaign by Gillette to push razors by threatening men with a scare right out of Aristophanes: either you shave, say the women, or we won't.

Immediate reactions:

  • Nice Photoshopping work.

  • The In Your Dreams, Stubble Boy film short is actually pretty, um, slick.

Lynn Harris at Salon's Broadsheet blog is not particularly impressed:

While bonus fur on a male (with the possible exception of the overblown business about back hair) is seen as "scratchy" at worst, on women it's a complete nightmare on Elm Street. Look, you can make your own decisions about grooming choices and what they "mean" — and about whether this doofy campaign is worth fussing over to begin with (I think it deserves maybe 300 words, which is right where I'm gonna stop) — but still. Can't say it ever helps to remind women (and the men who love/hate them, depending) that whatever their body does naturally is probably something they need to fix.

Which, in turn, reminds me of something the late Allan Sherman once said. In his later years, he grew a beard, and at least one woman demanded an explanation of why he would put such a horrid thing on his face. Sherman explained that it wasn't his idea, but God's, and after forty years or so of scraping it off every day and finding that God had replaced it the next morning, he had simply decided to let God have His way.

Aristophanes, of course, had something a trifle more drastic in mind, but no more so than this, really.

Posted at 3:37 PM to Rag Trade


Some of us gals like beards. I don't think anything Gillette can say will change that.

Posted by: Lynn S at 6:51 PM on 28 May 2006

...after forty years or so of scraping it off every day and finding that God had replaced it the next morning, he had simply decided to let God have His way.

Which I would be happy to do myself, if only the full beard came in looking halfway decent.

And I have a thing or two I'd like to hash out with God about the damn cowlick he put on the hairline right over the right side of my forehead. For years I put up with it dropping hair in my eyes before I finally decided if I have to shave my damn face all the time anyway, why stop there?

Posted by: McGehee at 9:23 AM on 29 May 2006

A cowlick over the forehead is one of the best arguments for male-pattern baldness I've ever heard of -- yet my mother's side of the family got the same Irish never-go-bald gene as Ronald Reagan. And guess who inherited it?

Posted by: McGehee at 9:25 AM on 29 May 2006