I have to admit that until four weeks ago, I was a hater, a doubter, a rube, a Yuppie, an elitest. You see, I didn’t believe in the power of the stache, and thought that the men (and women) who wore them were lazy, misdirected individuals. However, after sporting my Louvre of the Lip for almost a month, it’s clear that the men who wear mustaches are pure genius, and the women who wear them are, well, lazy and misdirected individuals.
I do not consider myself a talented movie producer, but I think it’s my civic obligation to spread the gospel of mustaches in some little way. Therefore, I have produced a new movie, “A Man Without a Mustache? Why, That’s Like…” to educate the public. I suspect that this movie could lead to a rebirth of the American mustache – launch a mustache Renaissance – spark the Mustachial Revolution – change the balance of power in US politics – or perhaps even result in something useful. The link to the movie is below:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ibDKsGci1zQ
My wife and I have begun counseling sessions, and I recommend many of the married growers may wish to do the same. In all likelihood, my mustache will be departing on this Friday morning, because otherwise I will be mobbed at Friday night’s performance of High School Musical. While I’m certainly man enough to handle the adulation, I fear it will leave an indelible scar on my children’s souls. I do not make the shaving decision lightly, particularly since my wife is begging me to keep it. Our therapist likens the loss of a mustache to losing a long-loved family dog. The family will move beyond it, but there will always be a hole in the family and a void above my lip. The counselor is encouraging us to take pictures and videos of the stache, and make as many memories as possible during this last week. Today we’re going to the zoo, and tomorrow we’re visiting a biker bar. It’s a bittersweet time, but I’ll always cherish the memories of my stache.


