(Want one? You can buy a Beard Can Coozie here) It started as just one of those odd hipster trends, the kind that usually pass within a short period of time because they are just so unfathomable. But lately, I’ve been seeing it more and more, and not just in Williamsburg and Bushwick (which autocorrect just turned into “Bushwhack,” proving that autocorrect has not been there in the past few years). It’s the beard. And not just any beard. The giant, bushy, holdover from the 1860s, shell-shocked Civil War veteran or moonshining, gold-mining homesteader beard. It’s the beard of someone who really doesn’t care about personal grooming – say, a man grieving for a wife who died of consumption, or the Unabomber. And somehow, it’s a thing.
The Beard
The Beard
The Beard
(Want one? You can buy a Beard Can Coozie here) It started as just one of those odd hipster trends, the kind that usually pass within a short period of time because they are just so unfathomable. But lately, I’ve been seeing it more and more, and not just in Williamsburg and Bushwick (which autocorrect just turned into “Bushwhack,” proving that autocorrect has not been there in the past few years). It’s the beard. And not just any beard. The giant, bushy, holdover from the 1860s, shell-shocked Civil War veteran or moonshining, gold-mining homesteader beard. It’s the beard of someone who really doesn’t care about personal grooming – say, a man grieving for a wife who died of consumption, or the Unabomber. And somehow, it’s a thing.