Dear Brad.
I’ve loved you for the last 20 years.
I know it
can’t be easy to be so very beautiful and I understand the need you must
sometimes feel to hide your beauty under the proverbial bushel.
But that thing on your face, which looked like an afghan rug that went through the wrong spinning cycle, was a crime against womankind.
Thank you, thank you, thank you for shaving it off and allowing us to swoon at your beauty once more.
Because a thing of beauty is a joy forever. And we can forgive a little stubble.
How do you feel about Brad shaving his beard?