Hang in there, boys.

November is probably one of my favourite months of the year.  Not only is it the start of the holiday season (which means a copious amount of delicious food), but it is also the month that all the boys decide to ditch their razors.  Thus, you also hear it referred to as the month of Novembeard.


I don't know what boy initially came up with this idea, but I think it's great.  He was probably trying to see how much his lady REALLY liked him.
It is the test that trumps them all: will she - or will she not still kiss him when his lips feel like a toothbrush?  That's how you know she loves you.

Growing up as a girl with three brothers, this whole "let's-all-grow-burly-beards-and-crazy-civil-war-mustaches" concept never really bothered me.  Quite the contrary.  I think it's hilarious.  About one week into November, the fun begins.  All the dudes begin comparing their manliness to others depending on how fast their facial hair grows, and all the ladies start complaining about how grody their boy looks.  A week later, when all the guys have a sufficient amount of scruff to prove their manliness, the comparing turns to whether or not their girl still likes them.  On the other hand, their ladies are all discussing what kind of animals they would rather kiss.  It's rather entertaining, really.

But now we find ourselves a little over two and a half weeks into November; the men are growing ever more discouraged and their girls continue to nag.  So here I am, for the sake of my own amusement, to encourage all you boys to keep up the good work.  Only thirteen more days until your lady stops referring to you as "Hagrid" and starts providing some lip action.


In the female's defense, though, kissing a cactus face isn't the most enjoyable thing in the world.  But ladies, I still think you should show your boy some love.  I mean, he tolerates your PMSing every month, so you could return the favour for a few weeks out of the year.   Just a suggestion.


He's a boy, let him do his thing. <3