Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Chin whiskers

It’s hard enough accepting the gray hairs that are sprouting like unwelcome weeds amongst the chestnut crop of my hair. But the indignity of age marches south like Sherman, settling on my chin in the form of the occasional whisker.

For such a plucky word, whiskers are mortifying. I used to run into them once in a blue moon when I felt something amiss while stroking my chin. Now I studiously examine my chin whenever I’m washing my face, hoping to nip a new whisker in the bud. They probably aren’t noticeable to anyone other than me, but who the hell cares? I don’t want to acknowledge that my hormones are serving me up a side dish of crone to go with my aging gracefully entrĂ©e.

It may be natural, but it’s just not right.

Instead of taking it on the chin like the juicy 40-something gal that I am, I am going to keep patrolling my face for any signs of a prickly chin weed. And then I’m going to mow that motherplucker down any way I can. To paraphrase that old adage, the grass is always greener on the other side…of a laser hair removal treatment.

(photo: thestuff.nakatomiinc.com)

5 comments:

Yet Another Steve said...

Oh I'm so glad you're not growing one of those Mennonite beards.

Laurie Marshall said...

My kids think I'm joking when I tell them I expect them to shave my chin when I am bedridden and unable to lift my own arms. They think wrong. If left unattended, I have a goatee that would put Mr. Downey, Jr. to shame.

TextileTraveler said...

I'm in the same boat, ladies. At first it was just a stray hair here and there (the really long ones freaked me out), but pretty soon there were so many I couldn't keep up with tweezers and so resorted to the electric razor. The little "trimmer" type, of course. When I turn 50 next year I'll probably graduate to one of those huge, 3-bladed men's razors. Sigh.

Yet Another Steve said...

For more hilarity on the topic of Lady Face Hair, check out Amy Alkon's blog

Molly's Mom said...

Anyone else have them crop up seemingly overnight? Gah!

I'm always armed with a pair of tweezers, just in case...