Having a mustache.

  I have the ability, like most men of my age, to grow facial hair.  Facial hair is great.  You can grow beards, mustaches, sideburns, mustaches connected to sideburns.  The list goes on.  I think though, for reasons I don't understand, my favorite facial hair I have had to date, is my current mustache.
  Now, the mustache that currently adorns the space between my nose and my mouth was grown as a motivator to lose weight.  I figured that since the mustache isn't the generally the most socially accepted form of facial hair for a 25 year old lad such as myself, I would punish myself by having one until my fat ass dropped 25 pounds.  And while I'm doing OK on my drive to make myself healthier (for now), I started to think that mustache as a motivator was kind of fucked up. 
  What the fuck is wrong with a mustache?  Great men throughout history have had mustaches (See:  Mike Ditka, Joel Quennville, Tom Selleck, Lemmy Kilmeister, Billy D Williams), but at some point the mustache became a symbol of depravity.  I attempted doing some google research on this, but was just linked to blogs about creepy mustaches and why women hate mustaches on young men.  WELL FUCK YOU WOMEN.  I am keeping this fucker until I see fit.
  There's an entirely different aspect to mustaches stereotyping;  the gay part.  Apparently at some point in history a ton of gay dudes thought it was a great idea to grow mustaches.  Maybe it was a thing to help them identify one another, I don't know.  All I know is that there's nothing gay about my mustache.  It's not a bigot or anything, it's probably friends with gay mustaches, it is just not gay itself.  I don't know, maybe it is gay.  Maybe after I go to bed it leaves my upper lip and goes clubbing on Halsted. 
  All I do know for sure is that I like my mustache.  I have had them in the past as jokes, or for "irony", but I've grown to think that I look OK with it.  As recently as yesterday I was referring to it as "my gross mustache", but I've had a change of heart.  It probably has something to do with my dad having a mustache my entire life.  My dad rules (that's another blog in and of itself), and if also having a mustache makes me more like him, great.  But I don't really give a fuck if people think I look creepy or weird, I like it.  I'm not trying to "bring the mustache back" or anything like that, but I'm not 86ing the thing because people don't like it. 

  So in summation, grow whatever facial hair your little heart desires.  I know I will.