Mustache Monday: This Random Guy

This one is a bit of an enigma. We don't know his name, so we're going to call him Roger.

Roger, probably famous for nothing more than his mustache.

Roger, obviously famous for his mustache.

Since we don't really know who this chap is, we can only speculate about his astonishing facial hair. First off, that's an impressive mustache, but although this is mustache Monday, and not facial hair Friday, we can't stop at just his upper lip. We beg you to observe his sideburns and his his beard, all of which coordinate nicely with the curls off his mustache. We're going to guess that he grew and styled this shrubbery to impress his niece, because there is no way he has children of his own with a face like that. Alternatively, he was attempting to secure the coveted position of playing the Mayor of the Munchkins in The Wizard of Oz at the time this photo was taken. We would have voted for him.

Roger, the ninth man in our quest to in find a man with a decent mustache. Let's see how he ranked:

Size: 5/5

Originality: 4/5

Style: 2/5

Overall: 11/15

Although this is not the most attractive mustache we have reviewed, we are overcome by its sheer scope and grandeur. Well done, Roger.

Cheers,

Becca and Kelley

Becca: "Call him Autonomous Anonymous!"

Kelley: "I am NOT writing that six times in the post!"

*Bonus points to anyone who gets the Monty Python references.

Mustache Monday: Charlie Chaplin

Charlie Chaplin, supah dupah famous for being funny.

Charlie Chaplin, also known to occasionally channel his funny-ness into his mustache.


We get it, the guy was funny, and so his mustache is given some allowance to be funny too. However, it looks like he took a sharpie and drew it in thinking it would make him seem grown up and dignified...the effect is quite the opposite. Granted, he plays a parodied role of Hitler in the Great Dictator, and might have taken a cue from him for that particular movie, but last we checked it wasn't a wise idea to imitate Hitler, even if only in style choice. Clearly his work followed him home. If we must be positive, we can say this: at least it balances out his caterpillar eyebrows. Maybe he had a unibrow and decided the excess hair could be put to better use above his lip. Whatever the reasoning behind it, we applaud you for making us laugh, Mr. Chaplin.

Charlie Chaplin, the eighth man in our quest to find a decent mustache. Let's see how he ranked:

Size: 2/5
Originality: 1/5
Style: 1/5
Overall: 4/15

Oh Charlie, your mustache is anything but charming.

Also, Becca once dressed up like Charlie Chaplin, and there's a picture to prove it. Enjoy!

Cheers,
Becca and Kelley

"I would hang around to chat, but I mustache." 

What is Love? (Baby Don't Hurt Me)

While searching for a Hillsong song the other day, I happened upon this one instead. It was definitely a God thing, because the words of the song struck deep. Our society's view of love is so screwed up - sometimes a reminder is unwanted but sorely needed. 

Arms Wide Open by Misty Edwards 

“What does love look like?” is the question I’ve been pondering
“What does love look like?”
“What does love look like?” is the question I’ve been asking of You

I once believed that love was romance, just a chance
I even thought that love was for the lucky and the beautiful
I once believed that love was a momentary bliss
But love is more than this

All You ever wanted was my attention
All You ever wanted was love from me
All You ever wanted was my affections, to sit here at Your feet

Then I sat down, a little frustrated and confused
If all of life comes down to love
Then love has to be more than sentiment
More than selfishness and selfish gain

And then I saw Him there, hanging on a tree, looking at me
I saw Him there, hanging on a tree, looking at me
He was looking at me, looking at Him, staring through me
I could not escape those beautiful eyes
And I began to weep and weep

He had arms wide open, a heart exposed
Arms wide open; He was bleeding, bleeding

Love’s definition, love’s definition was looking at me
Looking at Him, hanging on a tree
I began to weep and weep and weep and weep

This is how I know what love is, this is how I know what love is

And as I sat there weeping, crying
Those beautiful eyes, full of desire and love

He said to me, “You shall love Me, You shall love Me
You shall love Me, You shall love Me”

With arms wide open, a heart exposed
With arms wide open, bleeding, sometimes bleeding

If anybody’s looking for love in all the wrong places
If you’ve been searching for love, come to Me, come to Me

Take up your cross, deny yourself
Forget your father’s house and run, run with Me
You were made for abandonment, wholeheartedness
You were made for someone greater, someone bigger, so follow Me

And you’ll come alive when you learn to die.

And that's what it's all about. 

Cheers,

Becca

Happy New Year, folks!

Mustache Monday: John Axford

Hello, dear readers! We’re back! Life in general, in combination with a deadly dose of finals week, has managed to prevent posting this past month. But here we are, with a very special Mustache Monday. If you’re a returning reader, you may remember our mustache competition. This is the first of three special edition Mustache Mondays for the winners of the contest. And now back to our regularly scheduled mustache fun!

John Axford, well known baseball player.

John Axford, less known for his curious facial hair.

Of course, that’s not completely true. He’s pretty well known for the mustache as well. This chap was given the Mustached American award for 2011, despite the fact that he is actually Canadian. Where to start, where to start? This mustache deserves an award, nay, a medal, if only for its impressive symmetry. We would hazard a guess that achieving this sort of balance is a task requiring great skill. Regardless, this mustache was an ill-advised choice, as it resembles nothing so much as two chipmunk tails curled about his upper lip.

John Axford, the seventh man in our quest to find a decent mustache. Let’s see how he ranked:

Size: 2/5

Originality: 3/5

Style: 1/5

Overall: 6/15

If we were in charge of the American Mustache Institute, someone else would have been named Mustached American of the Year. We’re just not sure who that someone would be.

Cheers,

Becca and Kelley

"It's like having a pet for your face!"

Mustache Monday: An Off Week

Between Becca's car breaking down and Kelley being home through this evening, we didn't have much time to write a Mustache Monday post. Please accept this comical mustache-related picture as our sincere apology. Also, know that there is a pretty special guest-blogger working on a piece for us, and it will more than make up for this hiccup!

Mustache Monday: No Shave November

Let's take a minute to pay tribute to the phenomenon known as No Shave November.

*silence as we pay tribute*

Ok, now that we have done that, let's explore:

What is No Shave November? Mass agreement on the part of men everywhere to refrain from using their razors for the entire calendar month of November, generally resulting in hobo beards.

Benefits:

• We get to see who the real men are, meaning men who can grow a full beard.

• The month of November takes less effort on the part of men compared to other months since they don't have to wake up early to shave their faces.

• Scruff can be nice. We are big believers in the 5 o'clock shadow.

Atrocities:

• Men look like creepers. When their beard hair gets too long, regular nice men become indistinguishable from the creepers, so don't be surprised if women avoid you during this month. We are trying to protect ourselves (see: The 4 Steps to Saying No to a Creeper and/or Stalker).

• General unkemptness.

• Food gets caught in the beards towards the end of the month. Considering Thanksgiving, this is a problem, though I'm not sure the men agree.

We are no advocating for or against No Shave November, but for a thoughtful analysis of the situation. Weigh the facts. Toggle with the opinions. Embrace the conundrum. And let us know what you think!

We will say this: It could result in some pretty great mustaches!

Cheers,
Becca and Kelley

I'm shaving it for later...

The 4 Steps to Saying No to a Creeper and/or Stalker

*Guest post by Jennie Cohn*

These four steps came about while I was having girl talk in the suite with Jasmine about community college. We were sharing experiences of people creeping on us, and not understanding why they felt the need to do so. I came up with the following 4 steps off the top of my head, but they are definitely based on real experiences!

Step 1: RECOGNIZE! Recognize the awkward and/or creepy feeling he is sending your way. Recognize the bad vibes coming from this dude.

Step 2: SEEK HELP! Call in assistance to take you away from the situation. If there are firemen, policemen, coworkers, brothers-in-law, friends, ask them for help! Call in others if they are around to help you move away from the awkward situation.

Step 3: BE FIRM! You just gotta be firm and lay down the law. Say, “You’re all up in my personal space and I don’t like this, so you need to step off.” Be firm and honest, but not in a mean way.

Steve Durgin suggests using a phrase similar to the following: “You know, I don’t know if you’re aware, but you’re creepin’”

Step 4: GET PHYSICAL! This is the last step. It’s a last resort. This is not really plausible in real life unless they’re threatening your life. If they are threatening your life, get kung fu, get ninja on him. Tell them, “Step off or I will karate chop you!” Use physical self-defense to deter their creeping.

Furthermore, if he’s at your window stalking up on you, you gotta close your blinds. If you don’t have blinds, run out of your house and go to target and get yoself some blinds! Grab a wrench to protect yourself, and call 911. If 911 doesn’t answer, call me.

If you don’t have a wrench, Allenha Holden suggests hairspray. Caleb Gore adds that it might be a good idea to couple that with a lighter.

I would just like to say to all of the readers: sometimes the creepers don’t know they’re creepin’. In these cases, just lay down the law. And if you tell them and they don’t get it, then you REALLY need to call in backup. You just gotta be honest. If someone says to you, like they did to me, “I thought about you the entire time I was incarcerated, and my goal over the semester was to make you my girlfriend,” then you just need to tell them, “No. I don’t like you that way and I’m gonna call 911. You’re creepin and I don’t wanna go there.”

Cautious of Creepers,

Jennie Cohn