Lip service to a budding revolution
Although I have no proof other then the empirical, a revolution has started. And I believe that I may be an unwitting accomplice on the vanguard of said revolution. Since I arrived at my new job with my stache 3 weeks ago, 2 dudes have since mustered the courage to follow course and have altered already existing facial fuzz or grown one from scratch. One cut the bottom off his goatee therefore liberating his upper lip from the oppression of chin hair. The other, over the weekend came in with a well developed stache-soul patch combo that had me in mind-numbing awe at how quickly it developed. We looked at each other and smiled with a sense of acknowledgement that we are both part of a secret forgotten brotherhood. And the hope of a third fellow is on his way, I sense the cautious excitement on his face as it is still in it’s embryonic stage but the lip follicles will no longer live a life of quiet desperation, they are screaming to be heard.
Though I initially feared that the attentions of the female persuasion would decline in proportion to the rate of stache growth, quite the opposite has occurred. Several FYTs (fine young thangs) have turned an eye and tossed a coy little smile my way. Therefore reinforcing my belief that the slightly trashy yet sleazy Elektra sexy and overtly manly mustache is ready for a comeback.
I attribute this phenomenon to the debonair (and slightly Ellis Island immigration chic) good looks that accompany a well-groomed push broom as well as a backlash to the sensitive boyish fop look that have inspired a revival in the upper lip revolution. These are uncertain times that no longer coddle to flip-flop androgyny, more then ever we require the confidence, security and comfort that only an unambiguous mustache can provide. We join the ranks of such great staches as Edgar Allan Poe, Groucho Marx, Frida Kahlo, and Charles Bronson, just to name a few.
Though the movement is still in it’s infancy the revolution will go forward. No, my friends the stache will no longer be regulated to the domain of gays, pubescent boys and old Italian grandmothers. It will once again been freed from it’s campy chains and rightly restored to it’s proper place as the crowning achievement of exaggerated heterosexual machismo.
So all you haters and detractors beware!
We’re here, we have lip hair, get use to it!
Though I initially feared that the attentions of the female persuasion would decline in proportion to the rate of stache growth, quite the opposite has occurred. Several FYTs (fine young thangs) have turned an eye and tossed a coy little smile my way. Therefore reinforcing my belief that the slightly trashy yet sleazy Elektra sexy and overtly manly mustache is ready for a comeback.
I attribute this phenomenon to the debonair (and slightly Ellis Island immigration chic) good looks that accompany a well-groomed push broom as well as a backlash to the sensitive boyish fop look that have inspired a revival in the upper lip revolution. These are uncertain times that no longer coddle to flip-flop androgyny, more then ever we require the confidence, security and comfort that only an unambiguous mustache can provide. We join the ranks of such great staches as Edgar Allan Poe, Groucho Marx, Frida Kahlo, and Charles Bronson, just to name a few.
Though the movement is still in it’s infancy the revolution will go forward. No, my friends the stache will no longer be regulated to the domain of gays, pubescent boys and old Italian grandmothers. It will once again been freed from it’s campy chains and rightly restored to it’s proper place as the crowning achievement of exaggerated heterosexual machismo.
So all you haters and detractors beware!
We’re here, we have lip hair, get use to it!