In my life-long fascination with seemingly unconnected megatrends, I come up with observations that startle even myself with their clarity and relevance. But I usually have a hard time conveying these revelations without the help of other such observers who are as curious and borderline disturbed as I am. So I thank Brian Palmer of Slate, and his acknowledged co-contributors for their recent observations on whether you’re holier if you’re hairier.
As proof, I submit for your approval me with a beard, from a 1991 promotional pic for a band in Minneapolis, and without my latest passport photo. It’s an easy call. I clearly have that Jesus thing going on the left and we all know there’s no such thing as a good passport photo. What does this mean for politics, America’s one, true religion of image-over-substance, celebrity and power worship? If Mitt Romney, Rick Perry, et al really want to differentiate themselves from the Michelle Bachmanns, Sarah Palins, and wimpy male candidates (listening, Jon Huntsman?) who don’t have the musterable testosterone required for legitimacy in the “Man Up” Party, forget all the policy and jobs crap and grow a beard. Even better, start wearing robes and sandals. Just don’t forget the American flag lapel pin. I know, I know- no lapels. Where do you put it?