We've Gotta Have it
The Mustache Club
The hair on our heads is falling out. But it is sprouting in new places. A 21-cent solution to the Midlife Mustache
I will tell you a little story about the Rock Star and the Reporter.
The Reporter was asked to cover a big designer’s store opening.
The Rock Star was a well-admired female punk musician. The Reporter loooved the Rock Star and listened to all of her music. The Rock Star had amazing personal style and was all over the fashion magazines because of it. The Rock Star had been invited to hang out at the event as one of the cooler guests.
When the Reporter got to the event, she was introduced to the Rock Star and got to shake her hand up close and personal. They had a lovely verbal exchange, but the Reporter remembered none of what the Rock Star said because she had zeroed in (admittedly! shamefully!) on the Rock Star’s thick black mustache. The Reporter tried to look away and discard society’s judgment, but, alas, she was too shallow and spent most of the conversation wondering if the Rock Star knew she had a mustache.
Ok, so the Reporter is me. And I admit that other people’s hair dilemmas fascinate and distract me. So I was pretty horrified to discover that, post-menopause, my own upper lip sprouted a Rock Star ‘Stache! Luckily, one of my daughter’s roomies told me about Nad’s Facial Wax Strips. Small enough to warm in your hands, you peel the little green strip open, apply, rip, and within two minutes are ‘stache-free. All for about 21 cents an application!
Now if I could only understand why the Rock Star didn’t want to do this!