Because our local ACM folks are participating, I decided I'd grow a moustache for "Movember" this month; apparently "the moustache becomes the ribbon for mens health, the means by which awareness and funds are raised for cancers that affect men."
Movember seemed kind of silly and pointless to me. That the term "mo" is currently in the news as slang for "homosexual" gives an amusing twist to this sort of moustache-growing, as well. But hey, my friends seemed to be having fun with it, and I don't mind doing silly things.
The sad truth, though, is that I shaved tonight. It turns out that my moustache was incompatible with the mask on my CPAP machine. I've spent the last couple of nights listening to the wind whistle through my 'stache and trying to sleep, and tonight I'd had enough.
The irony of dying of heart failure from a predominantly male illness (sleep apnea) because I'd grown a Movember moustache would have been cool. However, I think I can live without that sort of irony. (B)