At the age of 14, my oldest son is starting to grow a moustache. (Or, as his laugh-a-minute parents refer to it, a "dustache" or "fuzzstache.")It may not look like much now, but he's already years ahead of his jokester father in the facial hair department. I didn't have anything comparable until I was out of college.
Strangely enough, I developed a beard long before my upper lip decided to get in the game. I walked around in public for quite a while with a full beard and no moustache whatsoever. Sure, I got my share of grief, but did I do anything about it? No, I did not.
Facial hair is facial hair, after all, and its psychological importance to a young man is immense.
Also, who wants to shave?
Laziness + male ego = "Yes, I know I look Amish. Thanks for noticing."
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