I didn’t grow a beard in November in support of, or against, men’s health. I always have a beard, because if I don’t then my face looks too young to be fairly called “baby-faced”. It’s an adorable problem to have and gets my cheek squeezed a lot. Anyway, I’m not opposed in principle to participating in performance-type stunts for charitable or good causes. I just don’t like doing things that have mass public approval. And then I get this flyer from an Albany, New York-area Inanimate Objects Society:
I mean, you know? The heck mailing lists am I even on?