Today is the first day of November, or as it is now known, Movember. Why? Because every bloke who’s ever heard of it (and is able to grow facial hair into…shapes) loves the excuse to grow a moustache and tell their reluctant partners that it’s all for a good cause.
Here’s a little description of what it’s all about taken straight from the Movember website:
During November each year, Movember is responsible for the sprouting of moustaches on thousands of men’s faces in Australia and around the world. The aim of which is to raise vital funds and awareness for men’s health, specifically prostate cancer and male mental health.
My husband LOVES it. People who already sport questionable moustaches all year round probably hate it.
“OH MY GOSH! MOVEMBER!! LOVE IT! IT’S HIDEOUS! GOOD WORK!!!”
“Um…no. Not Movember. What is Movember?”
“…um…never mind…have a nice day, Mister…”
“Mister? But I’m a lady…”
At least that’s how I envision the awkward interchange…
Now, as I stated, my husband just adores Movember. I am one of those ladies who prefers a clean shaven face on a man. I’m sure he often wishes I was one of those hip, young things who think scruffy beards on a guy are all the rage, but tough luck, tiger. So his only opportunity to grow a hideous, spiky thing on his face is the month of November. To him, this is his big, shining moment to just be wildly hairy. He just loves to bathe in the warmth of his newly acquired facial hair and not be told off for it! I mean, he tries it on with me occasionally when he’s gotten a bit feral after working for a few days. He’ll just shave everything on his face except for a pencil thin creeper moustache and then try to get away with it…let’s just say he gets rid of it a few minutes later with a sad, sad look on his face. What? You really think you’re gonna get that past me, Mister?? Hmmph. Not likely. You don’t know who you’re messing with.
Last year he raised hundreds of dollars for the cause and this year I hope he can do the same. Especially as it is in memory of his brother who passed away from cancer in 2010. I also think that any time men are responsible for promoting men’s health and talking about mental health in particular, we should encourage it.
I mean, protect your bits and look after your mind…in some blokes it’s practically the same thing…boom! Bad sexist joke. I went there.
This year, my husband has been told that he cannot officially start his Mo’ growing until after the Little Mister’s first birthday. As we have a November baby, I have voiced my concern that every year his birthday photos from his childhood will feature my husband standing/sitting beside him sporting a furry upper lip like some crazy throwback to the 70s. I’m scared the Little Mister will turn 18 and look back on our photos of his birthday parties, believing that his dad had a
dodgey caterpillar moustache above his top lip ALL YEAR ROUND. Eek.
This will only put him a week back and he grows facial hair like there’s no tomorrow, so he’s gonna do fine. You know, in case you were really concerned for him. I know you were.
I think that this year I would like to encourage my hairy spouse to mix it up a bit and go international…
I mean, I’ve seen him do this:
Yeah…variety hasn’t really been his strong point…
If you would like to donate on behalf of my husband’s dodgey mo’ growing efforts, click here and leave a message to let him know you found out about his mission via my blog (just quote the words “Awesomely Unprepared”)! I might get major brownie points 🙂
You don’t have to give much. Every dollar counts.
If we get even one donation from a blog reader, I promise to post photographic updates (even if the husband doesn’t know it yet haha).
If you are participating (you can register at this link), then by all means send me your pics too!