It’s been about two-and-a-half weeks since November started and there’s a little something called Movember. I don’t recall who exactly told me about this first, but basically, throughout the month of November men do not shave their faces and grow a moustache to support/raise awareness for cancer (of the prostate species) research. If you watch Breakfast Television on City Pulse 24 (I know you do, and not “Just to check the weather” either), you’ll notice that BT’s Kevin Frankish and Frank Ferragine have also taken up ‘stache growing. That’s right. Movember is officially cool. I’m generally not too enthusiastic about these “Hey, everyone else is doing it, maybe I will too” kind of things but I kept it in the back of my mind as a temporary excuse to postpone shaving for another day.
So far, another day has not come and my face has been razor free for the past week. And what have I got to show for my intense efforts so far? Nothing too spectacular. It’s only been a week, but I’m starting to get a little impatient (or perhaps worried) for my `stache’s progress. My mother, on the other hand, has begun to pester me about “taking better care of myself” but I explained to her the philosophy of Movember. I think she’s still annoyed with it but won’t raise any more objections.
The extent of my fuzzy’s nothing-too-spectacularity was actually brought to my attention Thursday night when, after having explained Movember to her, Amy said she had not noticed in the littlest any difference. If I were a girl, I suppose would have been thrilled to hear such a compliment. Alas, I am not and so, after weeping hot tears of shame, I gathered the shattered bits of my manhood and I took the comment as a challenge to grow the most lustrous, thick and full-bodied moustache ever to grace the monitor-irradiated face of an asian teenage male. That, or not cut my hair for the rest of November to compensate for my inadequacies. I’ve resolved to attempt both (and ultimately fail at one).