I have visions of Magnum P.I. in my head when this mustache is complete.
Reality is probably closer to Cheech Marin, I realize. See, I’m growing out the Mo. The mustache. I do get nostalgic for the 70s, but this isn’t some generational regression to what once was cool.
It’s part of Movember, a movement among men to leave, as someone at work put it, a lip ferret on our face for the entire month of November.
Why? Fashion. And suaveness. October’s for pink; November’s for lip hair. athletes can sport pink cleats. Runners can paint their hair pink for 5Ks. Everyone can put on their pink ribbons and pink shirts and pink suspenders, to promote breast cancer awareness.
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