leave your inhibitions at the door
So you know how October was Breast Cancer Awareness month? You better! I busted my ass to write a post about it that involved a lot of Googling famous breasts. Man there were some tough choices I had to make.
Anyway, about a decade ago a bunch of guys in Australia started up Movember, a movement that has made its way around the world. For the month of November, men will be growing moustaches to “change the face of men’s health.” By doing so, they hope that men will start to become more aware of family history, cancer risks, and start introducing better preventive health practices in their lives.
In Brazil, they’re taking men’s health awareness to a whole new level. To help push the issue into the spotlight, they’ve created a mascot “Senhor Testiculo” (aka Mr. Balls).
I think, as a matter of national security, America needs to reestablish itself as a creativity powerhouse and top this somehow.
Until then, I really encourage every guy out there to make an effort to get healthy. I know way too many who don’t go to the doctor regularly. I don’t know if it’s fear or irrational belief in one’s own invincibility. Whatever it is, guys need to do a better job in taking care of themselves.
In my breast cancer post I offered, on behalf of all men out there, our services in helping you ladies with breast self-examinations. It’s the least we could do! So in that spirit, I encourage all you ladies out there to help out with at-home prostate exams. Just ask first. And lube.
I unfortunately, will not be participating in Movember. I really, really, really want to do it, but Boom Boom quickly and definitively squashed every hint of my growing a moustache. I think she has a fear – and it’s not all unjustified – that I will want to keep it after November. See, I’ve always wanted to have a big thick moustache like Magnum PI –
…or adult film legend Harry Reems.
But alas, I just don’t have the genetics to do so. My dad had a glorious beard, but the best my brothers and I can manage are a few stray hairs on our upper lips and the middles of our cheeks. They can grow long enough, but they never manage to come close to grouping together in any cohesive fashion. We end up looking like child molesters.
But what I can do to help is to highlight some of the best moustaches in music –
Oates, from Hall & Oates singing on “You’ve Lost that Loving Feeling” –
Frank Zappa’s classic “Broken Hearts are for Assholes” –
The biker dude from Village People (close second is the cowboy’s) doing “Macho Man” –
Jim Croce singing “Bad Bad Leroy Brown”-
And one of my favorite performers of all time, Freddie Mercury of Queen singing my favorite songs of theirs, “Somebody to Love” –
I know, it’s only five. Who did I miss? Will you be growing your mustache for Movember?
(Not you ladies. You have some proctology you need to study up on.)