I've been wondering for a while about mustaches.
Not only do I finally come out of the INFJ closet. I also must confess here that I have the "M" word attached to my upper lip.
Does that make you think I'm a wife beater? The only thing I beat are eggs.
I do beat the wifey in the occasional Scrabble match and often to the remote, but those occasions are few.
I found this interesting website and their Mission Statement:
Bias comes in many forms. And the end of the 1970s marked a significant turn - and began a dark period - of discrimination against mustached Americans.
While until then it was fashionable to wear a mustache, virtually overnight, it became a fad reserved for the likes of law enforcement, steel workers, motor cross drivers, and members of the Village People.
Enter the American Mustache Institute (AMI) - based in St. Louis as the city is home to the world's largest mustache - the St. Louis Arch. AMI is an advocacy organization protecting the rights of, and fighting discrimination against, mustached Americans by promoting the growth, care, and culture of the mustache.
AMI continues to battle negative stereotyping that has accompanied the mustache since those glory years of the 1970s - the peak of mustache acceptance - fighting to create a climate of acceptance, understanding, flavor saving, and upper lip warmth for all mustached Americans alike.
FINALLY! Someone fighting for a worthy cause!
I know the reasons (plural!) that I have a mustache.
(1) My dad has one.
(2) I look like a DOOFUS without one.
(3) Believe it or not I am taken more serious with a mustache. (Every time I"ve shaved it folks have commented that I look ten years younger. I don't want to look ten years younger.)
(4) My dad AND Phil Keaggy have one.
(5) I have no hair on my head. My mustache balances my face out and draws attention to my amazingly SEXY eyes and lips.
(6) My mustache makes me believe I have SEXY eyes and lips.
(7) My mustache catches falling objects thereby saving the planet.
(8) When I want to appear VERY INTELLIGENT, I turn my gaze downward and stroke my mustache. It adds 25 IQ points. Added eyebrow raise and lowering add 5 more points.
(9) In this Politically Correct Driven World the mustache has been oustered, ridiculed and scorned. I say stop being politically correct and let your inner mustache come out. Yes, ladies too!
(10) MY DAD HAS ONE. My Dad was a Marine. Simper Fi.
I submit to you that when you see a man with a mustache (In Oklahoma, anyway) you are seeing a real man. Not afraid to show the world who and what he is.
He will be sound of mind, wise, and intelligent. He will not be afraid to challenge the status quo. He will be tough when he has to be tough and tender when tenderness calls.
He may not have had an easy life, but he will be the REAL DEAL.
Ask your husband to go ahead and grow one. Just for you. Tell him you LOVE rebels. It will be worth it.
ps. Mustache + Mullet = Mo Ron. You'd better Mo Run.