Would you like some cornflakes?

I would like to pose a question. Now this is directed at a select/limited audience that I may or may not have here, but even if this doesn't apply to you please feel free to give an answer. Are you ready?

Ok. Ladies. When in life do you decide "to heck with it, I’m not gonna shave this beard off anymore?" No, it isn't some (not so) clever euphemism pertaining to -something else. I'm talking' 5 o'clock shadow. I’m talking' Don Johnson circa Miami Vice. I’m talking' Chuck Norris. When do you decide "heck with you vogue magazine, look at my splendid hirsute glory"?