I have hair on my chin. I suppose it's been there for a while, but I don't think it used to be noticable. Plus, during pregnancy, most man-like hair croppings seemed to disappear. It started becoming more, um, prominent after I stopped nursing my daughter. Now, after turning 40 and leaving my pregnancies far behind me, I seem to have left some of my estrogen behind as well. Thus, my tiny blond beard.
Sometimes, I'll look in the mirror, and the light will shine off the hairs, and I'll realize how many--and how long--they are. The grow mostly right and left of center. So far, I have been engaging in sporadic, half-hearted plucking.
But then, a couple of days ago, I was at a meeting. A colleague came over to talk to me, and, as I was listening to him, I realized that I was stroking my beard. OMG.
So now, I'm declaring that the good tweezers must always be on bathroom counter next to my toothbrush. No using them to gets splinters out of kids' feet, no using them to examine dead bugs. No roaming around with Mommy's beard tweezers. They must remain in their proper spot, always accessible to me, or else Mommy/Wife is going to look like a dude.
P.S. This is my 100th post! A good, signficant topic for such a milestone, don't you think?