Yesterday I came across a couple pictures of Isaac Asimov as I was writing my post about The Naked Sun. This picture is actually on the back of one of the vintage editions The Wife bought me. Taken sometime around 1952, I'd guess, he seems every bit the mid-century young gentleman.
It was the first time I'd seen him without his characteristic sideburns. Most folks are probably more familiar with the portrait below:
To which I say, man, what a neat looking old man.
I've tried the facial hair thing, and while it does lend a certain maturity and gravitas, it can't help but leave one looking scruffy and ill-groomed.
It surprises me that sideburns aren't more popular. You can use them to signal your masculinity, wisdom, and experience, and you can still kiss your wife without scratching up her face.