So I signed up for Movember.
For those that don’t Mo’, this is a worldwide charity initiative whereby men grow moustaches for the month of November and raise funds in aid of cancer, specifically prostate and testicular cancer – the thinking is that we all walk around looking like idiots (at least I do, anyway) and collect cash from the folks who are stupid enough to laugh at us.
Personally, I’m starting to look more and more like someone recently released from prison (see attached photo). I actually forget I have hair on my top lip until I notice people giving me shifty glances or, even worse, I catch a glimpse of my reflection in a mirror. I honestly think there is something about a man with a moustache which calls his character into question, unless your name is Chuck Norris or Tom Selleck.
Don't Mess With My Mo', Joe
That said, there is a personal grooming ‘placebo effect’ to growing a Mo’ – the flipside to looking like a criminal is feeling a bit like an outdoorsy, pioneering, tree-felling kinda guy. My ‘Tache makes me feel like I should be panning for gold or hunting for my supper rather than sitting at my desk typing on my laptop but I guess the feeling will pass as soon as December rolls around.
Growing a Mo’ for a worthy cause has been good for a laugh but it will be nice to leave the house without feeling like I’m breaking parole.
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