As an avid moustache aficionado, I don’t like having my options restricted. My moustache is a living thing — and like any dog, or pig, or blade of grass, it is free to follow its own path. If that path leads down the handlebar route, so be it. If my moustache demands the horseshoe shape of a pro wrestler, I won’t fight it.
But there is one style that has been taboo in western civilization for over seventy years: the toothbrush moustache.
World War II had many casualties, including the works of prominent artists and philosophers, which were warped into vicious propaganda. So, too, was the toothbrush ’stache transformed from the benign face-buddy of superstars like Charlie Chaplin, Oliver Hardy and Max Fleischer, to the pockmark of evil.
Can the toothbrush regain its innocence? Certainly not. But like the rest of the world, it can learn to cope with the horrors of the past and learn from them. And maybe one day, we as a society can look at ourselves in the mirror and say, “you know what? I’m just not going to shave today. And if that gives me a toothbrush moustache, that’s just fine.”
Who here is with me?!
But there is one style that has been taboo in western civilization for over seventy years: the toothbrush moustache.
World War II had many casualties, including the works of prominent artists and philosophers, which were warped into vicious propaganda. So, too, was the toothbrush ’stache transformed from the benign face-buddy of superstars like Charlie Chaplin, Oliver Hardy and Max Fleischer, to the pockmark of evil.
Can the toothbrush regain its innocence? Certainly not. But like the rest of the world, it can learn to cope with the horrors of the past and learn from them. And maybe one day, we as a society can look at ourselves in the mirror and say, “you know what? I’m just not going to shave today. And if that gives me a toothbrush moustache, that’s just fine.”
Who here is with me?!
Labels: Moustache Etiquette
