Just to say that now I've absorbed the full beard backlash - and backlash-lash among some in the emails - I need to add a sentence: It's my face and I'll grow whatever I want on it. The dye thing? I'm betting I'll soon relent the way I stopped using minoxydil after a while. A man takes a little while to adapt to reality.
Until then, Darwin's the man. Or as Huxley once put it (Dish readers know everything):
Christ-like in my behaviour,Like every good believer,I imitate the Saviour,and cultivate a beaver.
That's a joke, by the way.