Creepiness: A Mission Statement

I was talking with Caleb today about his new and interesting beard. It seems he's on a mission... a mustache mission.

This is nothing new for me. As a member of Christian Student Fellowship, I have seen a number of Novembers pass with the phenomenon of facial hair known as Novembeard, or "No Shave November." The guys swear off shaving for the month in a mission to, I assume, assert their manliness via demonstrations of their gender's unique ability to grow mad amounts of facial hair (Frida Kahlo notwithstanding).

But Caleb's mission turns out to be a little more meaningful. He's participating in something called Movember, where the hirsute November observance is put to good use, raising money to support mens' health issues such as prostate cancer.

Now, I'll admit to always having been a bit jealous of November. Not that I've ever harbored any desire to stop shaving my legs for a month (or to start eating tofu or hugging trees, which seem to be complementary actions). But I think it's sort of lame that guys get a whole month to do something completely absurd, even if it is for a good cause.

Little did I know that a mission for the month would present itself to me, related to my musings on Novembeard/Movember in more ways than one.

I found myself talking to Amy B. shortly after concluding my conversation with Caleb. Now, I have a natural knack for making people uncomfortable, but it seems I outdid myself with my strangeness this time, confounding poor Amy with, ironically enough, behavior that was relatively normal.

Deciding that I wanted to continue the trend of actually trying to creep people out, even if it meant acting like everybody else, I took that up as my mission for this week (at least, perhaps the remainder of November). And interestingly, acting like everybody else just may help me accomplish that mission.

This Friday, Amy F. is hosting a 1920's themed party. In trying to help Liz prepare, I was doing some era-appropriate research and found a picture from the film "La Vie En Rose" that provided inspiration not only for my new observance of what I'm calling "Novemweird," but Novembeard as well.


Check out the refined-looking lady on the left. Look closely. Is that? Yes, it is a moustache. Alright!

I've got to find an eyeliner pencil before Friday, because I fully intend to sport the "femmoustache" as featured here to the 1920's party, polishing the look with some fingerwaves and perhaps a fedora.

I'm throwing in my hat with the gents and participating in Novembeard in my own way this week. Maybe next year, I'll let the annual "Autumn Absurdity Party" herald my month of Novemweird. Maybe next year I'll commit to a whole month of Movember... maybe by then, I'll have brought the femmoustache out of 1920's obscurity and into popular female fashion (yeaaah... highly doubt it). At any rate, let the absurdity begin!