As women, technically, we have no say in the amount of facial hair that adorns our husband's or partner's faces. But realistically let's face it, ladies - we have all the power.
Ok, I need to back up here. On a personal note, God and hormones have more to say about it than I do. I believe I've mentioned this before but my husband, Eric, has a non-malignant brain tumor which sits right over his pituitary gland. He had a big portion of it removed in his twenties and the remainder of it zapped with radiation; however, it has messed with his ability to grow facial hair.
With medication and a big dose of love and humor, Eric is doing great but his facial hair...well, he's working on it. Actually, it's coming in more now than it ever has in his adult life.
Since we were kids in highschool, Eric has always been a clean shaven, baby faced, young man. Nice and neat, perfectly groomed at all times. He even used to iron his shorts. I quickly broke him of that habit. (PLEASE! Way too uptight for me.) He would clean his tennis shoes with window cleaner but now he buys cloth sneakers. (We've saved a fortune on Windex since the switch-over.) Since he's been taking a hormone replacement medication, I've used my feminine persuasion into gently coaxing him into growing a mustache and goatee.