The Soul Effect

The soul patch.

A bevy of questions and precious few answers.

What would a grown man allow himself to look this stupid? Can he possible think it is cool? More importantly, what does his significant over have to say about all of this?

The ubiquitous patch seems to be cropping up everywhere from work and TV to cable shows and tabloids. No facet of American life is immune. I fear that we are in the midst of a Renaissance of dooshy facial hair not seen since the terrible 1860s when men were too busy skipping baths to worry about facial travesties.

Bask in the glory of some Soul Patches culled from the internet. . .

Notice a trend? I sure did, and in the interests of good taste I refrain from posting more.

Not to be alarmist, but I see this as a symptom of moral decline, a weakening of the 'tough guy' fiber that made America great. I mean, seriously, what's the intended effect? A pouty insouciance? An approach me vulnerability that screams, "Hey, come and talk to me. I swing both ways. . ."?

Sadly, I think it says just as much about out women as our men. Sorry ladies, but the fact that you let your significant other wander around with such a ridiculous tuft of hair that looks like a Brazilian Wax gone bad says loads about the current state of male-female relations. Ladies, if you find yourself dating a man with a Soul Patch, you must realize that you're basically telling the world "Hey, I've given up. This is the best I can do. Sure, he's a loser who thinks pork-pie hats are cool and that SKA should be thought of as high art, but hey, that's good enough for me."

Ladies, I say to you, "Demand MORE!"

To sum up: No one looks good with a soul patch. I repeat, no one looks good with a soul patch!