Ahh, Movember.
A time to celebrate the very essence of manliness and support a good cause at the same time.
As a woman, I don't pretend to understand the intrinsic pride that comes with growing a good mo'.
What I do understand, however, is the irony that this apparent symbol of
machismo is the cause of hundreds of Kiwi men to become whiney little girls.
This time last year, I lived in a flat of three males. All off whom competed to grow the best Movember 'tache.
All I heard for 30 painful days was how itchy their face was, how uncomfortable it was, that their lips hurt... Wah wah wah.
The office was no better. My days at work were spent listening to colleagues hassle one another about their respective mos.
"Call that a moustache? I thought you'd just forgotten to wash."
Har-de-har-har.
Indeed, if ever there was a time to appreciate my singledom, it is now.
No pash rash for me, thank you very much.
Don't get me wrong, I think Movember is a thoroughly worthwhile cause and I applaud all those willing to put their face on the line to support it.
The cause - for those who don't know - is to raise awareness of prostate cancer and encourage men to get regular health checks.
Likewise, ladies, you can do your bit and become a Mo Sista. (Don't worry, it doesn't involve growing anything out...) Simply, sponsor a Mo Bro or head along to any of the Gala Parties at the end of the month.
What I do not applaud, however, are the losers out there who take advantage of Movember to grow a 'tache but do not contribute to the cause.
And, yes, there are plenty of them out there.
It's not difficult to register, you can do it right here.
Surely, a meagre $10 donation is worth the chance to look like a Mexican bandit/bogan biker/Tom Selleck for the next four weeks?
* If you or someone you know is growing a mo,
send us your before, during and after pics, for our online Movember gallery.
