Beginning with Abe Lincoln in 1860 and continuing through the late 1890s all U.S. presidents had facial hair, but since William Howard Taft in 1913, no president has had whiskers.
That’s gotta piss the hipsters off. Over 100 years and nary a soul patch. Not a handlebar, a Fu Manchu, a gnarly sideburn, not even a Van Dyke (a Van Dyke is any form of both a goatee and a mustache with the cheeks bare). That’s because a president can’t just roll out of bed and look the way he wants. He has to be coiffed and get bossed around by handlers who are seemingly in possession of some poll that says the old gals in Oshkosh find a 72-hour growth unpresidential. Facial hair, probably not important. But presidents are – important and fascinating and odd and unlikely and flawed and funny. Presidents are a hot topic in my insignificant little life.
