Movember is in Full Force Baby

We’re eleven days into No Shave November and I just have to say… my mustache is absolutely raging. I never thought of myself as a mustache guy, but hey, I’m kinda rocking it.

I’ve never felt like more of a man. Like, I woke up this morning feeling groggy and tired, then I went into the bathroom, saw my glorious man mustache, and immediately cracked two raw eggs into my mouth, fixed an engine and saved a momma bird stuck in a tree.

It all started as part of a Halloween costume (no, I was not Ted Lasso). And then instead of shaving it all off, I decided “tis the season” and decided to to just leave it on. Aside from the first few days, where I was getting concerned looks from parents clutching their young children closer for dear life, my mustache has now blossomed into a thick display of pure manliness, that I just can’t help but feel so empowered by.

The key is keeping just a liiiiiiittle stubble around the edges and not super, super clean shaven. The scruff adds character. And the coolest thing is that it’s like a “badge of honor”. Like when you’re walking around with your mustache and you spot another manly man walking around with his mustache and you both acknowledge each other’s manliness through your mustaches. It’s like a “Jeep wave”, but for for your face. And, fun fact, I was actually hit on by some men at brunch last weekend. Movember, baby.

Maybe I keep the stache though the end of the month, who knows?

Godspeed fellow Movemberers.