Rick Nelson and Claude Peck dispense unasked-for advice about clothing, etiquette, culture, relationships, grooming and more.
CP: When Daniel Day-Lewis came up for his Golden Globe last Sunday, all I could look at was his chin, suddenly naked after all those whiskers he wore in "Lincoln." It was a thing of odd fascination, like the volcano at Haleakala after the clouds have been burned off by the day's heat.
RN: Didn't notice. I was still fixated on the beardness that was Ben Affleck. That man was born to have a beard. A real beard, not a Bradley Cooper I-haven't-shaved-in-five-days-and-look-fabulously-disheveled beard.
CP: Meh. I think he looked like one of the choices on that toy where you pick a beard style and then "paint" it in with a magnet and some iron filings.
RN: Stop it, you're killing me. Some men just have the knack for the wall-to-wall facial-carpet thing. Then there's someone like Christopher Abbott, who plays the sweeter-than-sweet Charlie on HBO's "Girls." He needs to lose that grubby patchwork post-puberty beard, pronto.
CP: I think Globe-winner Lena Dunham delights in making poor sweet Charlie look like the Bearded Lady. On a much touchier topic, what'd you think of Hugh Jackman's facial hair? I gave his oversized goatee thingy the hashtag #almostabeard. As in, no. But I know you think he jogs on water, so.
RN: My first thought was, Why, Hugh, why? Still, despite suffering from the flu and sporting a chin brush not seen on the silver screen since Ralph Richardson in the 1949 classic "The Heiress," Mr. Jackman still managed to look better than 99.9 percent of humanity.
CP: I pretty much knew you would say that. Just remember that he repeatedly called out to his wife ("baby") from the podium.