Header photo by Hamish Grant. Used with permission.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Men of Movember I Salute You (Especially You, Dad)

I’m writing from the heartland of the mo’.

No, it’s not where the moustache was pioneered; but it is the birthplace of Movember, a month-long event where men around the world unite to wear a mark of distinction. A sign of class. A vestige of manliness.

As the story goes, a few guys in Melbourne (pronounced here in Oz: Melbuuuhn) were sitting around, enjoying a few beers. They lamented the absence of the moustache. The resolved to bring it back. They partnered with Prostate Cancer charities, and started a movement. Just a few short years later, and Movember has to date raised millions of dollars, and helped spread the word about men’s health.

But that’s not what I’m writing about.

I want to share the story of my dear ol’ dad, who braved something that he has not done since he was 16 years old: a bare upper lip.

You see, while most Movember participants grow their moustaches for the month of Movember; my dad, who has always sported a moustache of some kind, decided that he needed to up the ante. He was starting fresh. Clean-shaven. A new man.

My mother had never actually seen dad without a moustache before. Another first.

Scientists, I hear, were clamouring to get to the Sandor residence to be the first to run carbon dating and other tests on flesh that had not been exposed since the late 1960s.

To my dad – congratulations on a month of fresh growth. May your moustache be like a tree, pruned in the autumn so that new growth may spring forth!

To all the other mo' bros out there: Well done. The weeks of mothers ushering their children past you; the raising eyebrows in the mall; the rejection and ridicule from your significant other are behind you. And you're all the more manly for it.

It’s not too late: you can still donate to this Movember pioneer and first-time participant … my dad … Thomas Sandor. To do so, visit my dad's mo-space.

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