The Big Bags

I really don’t understand it.  For the last year or so, I have had the wierdest obsession with facial hair.  I have sported everything from the plain old sideburns look, all the way to the handlebar mustache.  I’m trying to decide what motivates me to promote such growth on something so beautiful as my face.  At first I thought it was a form of rebellion.  I know that sounds wierd, but Provo is like that.  It’s a city full of clones, where we pay extra expensive rent to live in ghetto appartments with babysitters that make sure we are cleaning our rooms.  It’s the only city in the world that prides itself HUGELY on the high standards of the students that live there… asks its them to sign waviers promising that they won’t lie or cheat on tests… then provides testing center Nazzis to monitor the suspected villains who break their promises and contracts.  It’s also the only college town that goes to bed at midnight with the Holy Ghost.  Who wouldn’t want to rebel against such a society… especially when it’s so easy?  I guess my mother can be thanking her stars that this is about as rebellious as I get.  I’m curious to know, however, what the croud consensus is.  Do we prefer Facial-Hair-Nate over Clean-Shaven-Nate?  If so, which Facial-HairNNate do you prefer?  The vote is yours…