Today I’m going to talk about something very important to me. The moustache. While my feelings have varied over the years, the mustache has always been ever-present. I have never seen my father without one. I asked him when he decided to grow it out and he immediately responded with “1973, why?” I was also a child of the 80s, which may have something to do with it. Everyone had a mustache in the 80s. Some examples:
Sam Elliot. We all know Sam is a badass. And his mustache has only grown larger over the years.
A lot could be said about those brows of his, but I’ll leave that alone for now. I also came across a picture of him from the 70s in a speedo, but I refuse to post it. I don’t even want to talk about it.
Freddie Mercury. We all know how much I love him. If you don’t, please see this:http://wp.me/pROJ9-e0
And probably the most well-known mustache wearer and one of my personal favs, Tom Selleck.
In the 90s the mustache fell out of favor. I don’t recall seeing them very often. Except for the child molesters. Why do child molesters always have to have a stache? Although now that I think about it, Mike Patton sported a scary little stache for awhile. I had a big crush on him, but in retrospect he just looked like a drug dealer. And there’s always Alex Trebek, of course. It just wasn’t the same when he shaved his.
And as the 90s came to a close and we were in the 2000s I was suddenly obsessed with moustaches. I don’t remember what it was that inspired it even. It may or may not have something to do with the “cowboy” I met from Texas, but it’s probably best not to go into that. Let’s leave that story with the speedo pictures mentioned above. Perhaps it was just because I was a little bit weird. I was always a little bit different and I suppose am naturally drawn to things that were not quite the norm. If you could only see my high school closet. I tried to get my guy friends to grow one, but they all thought they were gross. And then came the hipsters. Those dirty, dirty hipsters. Although I preferred to call them scenesters at the time. I think people have actually bothered to take the time to differentiate between the two, but they’re all the same to me. I’m not going to lie, at first I was pretty excited about it. My ‘We Are Scientist’s’ crush Chris Cain had one. I had the opportunity to chat with him one night and my bff Emmie told him that his moustache gave him his power. She was right.
Anyway, the hipsters and their ironic mustaches were everywhere, but soon it got to be too much. These dudes weren’t manly men. They were skinny boys in skinny jeans and most likely had bad haircuts. So I was over the mustache. But as time has gone on, I saw the ironic stache dying off and the real staches coming back. Plus I’m to old to be annoyed by hipsters. So the other day my husband comes home and asks me if he should get a mustache. Surprised, I just say yes. I tried to get him to grow one when we first started dating and that didn’t pan out. But I didn’t think anything of it when he asked. I’ve been documenting his progress, but he is less than thrilled with me posting his pics on here, so I won’t. Perhaps he’s afraid I will also discover long-lost pictures of him in a speedo on google. You never know. Then I came across “Movember” and I can’t believe I’ve never heard about it.
“In November each year, Movember is responsible for the sprouting of moustaches on thousands of men’s faces, in the US and around the world. With their Mo’s, these men raise vital funds and awareness for men’s health, specifically prostate cancer and other cancers that affect men.
Once registered at www.movember.com, men start Movember 1st clean-shaven. For the rest of the month, these selfless and generous men, known as Mo Bros, groom, trim and wax their way into the annals of fine moustachery. Supported by the women in their lives, Mo Sistas, Movember Mo Bros raise funds by seeking out sponsorship for their Mo-growing efforts.
Mo Bros effectively become walking, talking billboards for the 30 days of November. Through their actions and words they raise awareness by prompting private and public conversation around the often ignored issue of men’s health.
At the end of the month, Mo Bros and Mo Sistas celebrate their gallantry and valor by either throwing their own Movember party or attending one of the infamous Gala Partés held around the world by Movember, for Movember.”
So I had to email my husband:
Me: So tell me true. What was the real inspiration behind the stache?
Husband: One part competition w/ Greyson, one part cancer support, one part curiosity, one part irritate you by either constantly asking you how good it looks or just rubbing it on you like a big walrus.
Clearly, for me, the mustache equals true love.