Don’t Stash the ’Stache
If you don’t already know about Moustache Friday, then I don’t know where you’ve been hiding the last few years. I suppose I can let it slide, provided that you don’t let it happen again.
Moustache Friday is a little local holiday that started about five years ago. It is the last Friday in March every year. The holiday serves three purposes. Purpose one is about America. It’s the God-given right of a man, nay, an American man, to have a moustache. Embrace this freedom. Feel it on your face. Taste yesterday’s soup from your upper lip, and know that you, sir, are a man.
It can wordlessly say so much about a man by giving you a follicle-sized window into their soul. In fact, through the ages, the military of several countries have used the size and style of a man’s moustache to indicate rank among them. Lesser men had lesser moustaches, while the more elaborate and majestic moustaches were reserved for men more advanced in rank.
“Moustache” the word, is derived from the 9th-century medieval Greek term “moustakion” and the spelling I use is the proper spelling more »













