Because after spending my childhood watching Japanese anime, reading Japanese manga and other interesting stuff, at some point I started to learn history at school, and I discovered that the clean-shaven Romans, during the Roman Empire, willing to differentiate themselves from the Greeks, that considered a well groomed beard an indicator of wisdom, experience and virility, started to use the Greek word "barbarian" (literally, someone who doesn't speak Greek, or metaphorically someone who doesn't speak well) in a different way.
The ancient Roman army was devastatingly effective against Barbarian warriors. One on one, Roman legionnaires were strong and well trained, but not necessarily stronger than their enemies. Their world-dominating success came from their performance as a team, where each individual would willingly give his life to save his cohorts. They would march in step, shoulder-to-shoulder in a phalanx into hordes of running, screaming, mace-brandishing soldiers, each knowing he may die a painful death, but taking that risk for the greater good.
Like almost one third of the female Western population of the last century, as a young woman I just fell in love with Cary Grant. His worship, the cinematic handsome bachelor par excellence. Yes. Yes, I confirm. About fifty years before George Clooney, there was Cary Grant.
Elegant, charming, British, funny, intelligent, sharp and always so perfect that Archibald Leach - this was actually the real name of Cary Grant - was used to say: "Everybody wants to be Cary Grant. Even I want to be Cary Grant". In almost every movie he starred in, Cary Grant was well-educated, well-dressed, well-groomed and... shaven.
Cary Grant would display a beard only during a war, a natural disaster, an international crisis. Or during the first part of a romantic comedy while playing the grumpy and talented guy willing to hide his awesomeness and yet, sooner or later, ready to shave his unmistakable face and to show his sex appeal in order to conquer the main lady.
We are not talking about just some girl next door, but about great girls like Deborah Kerr, Katharine Hepburn, Leslie Caron, Audrey Hepburn...
And they lived happily ever after. Of course.
Please, don't get me wrong: the well-groomed three-days stubble celebrated in the funny song "3-Tage-Bart" by the German band Die Ärzte is ok, but those neverending hipster beards? Not really my cup of tea. Nope.
Berlin is "poor, but sexy". Everybody knows it.
And yet Berlin is also the capital of techno music, they say. Berlin is the capital of cool. Berlin is the capital of parties. Berlin is the capital of... beards, I would like to add.
Stay tuned for that... You will discover it in Part II of this post!
This one is for Juan.
Thanks a lot, for everything.
Mood: No Regrets - Part I, Feat. Katharine Hepburn
Quick and dirty, Feat. Audrey Hepburn
Who could be the new Doris Day? Or do we still have a "Girl next door", after all?
Tags: Beards, Berlin, Hipster, Lyrics, Quotes, People, Cary Grant, Diversity