It’s that time of year again. That spooky, scary, eery time of year. That time people try to look like someone else. Nope, I don’t mean Halloween; it’s No Shave November.
Per their website, http://www.no-shave.org…
The goal of No-Shave November is to grow awareness by embracing our hair, which many cancer patients lose, and letting it grow wild and free. Donate the money you usually spend on shaving and grooming for a month to educate about cancer prevention, save lives, and aid those fighting the battle.
With the precursor of “it’s for a good cause” the next month I, and many other self-proclaimed men, will attempt to prove they have testosterone to all the world.
What I realized is so few people can pull off the growth. Facial hair grows like a vile weed – patchy, multi-colored, multi-lengths. It quite weird.
My scruff looks like the color of rainbow – brown, red, gray, black. You name it. My face is the United Nations of shitty beards.
Now, If you are a real man (and slightly whacko) you rock the full on mustache for the month. This takes guts. I would contend that only like 8 men in the whole world can pull off a mustache without appearing creepy or simply batshit crazy. My fellow CIBF blogger @therealdantobin attempted and failed in 2013. I would say if his goal was to lure small children in to his Prius, then mission accomplished my good man.
I rolled with the ‘stache for a few short days toward the end of last November and received looks bordering on accusatory. I was randomly shouting at gawking strangers “It’s for cancer, OK, dude!”
(NOTE TO SELF: having a pedophile-like mustache and yelping about cancer in public does not validate anything about your character. You’re making it worse.)
So, be a man. Don’t shave for the next 30 days. If you want to be an official participant in the cause, go to the No Shave website, search for “Beard Science” and join our team!
You might just look this cool in the end….