Twenty-nine days ago, I shaved off the mustache and goatee I’d had for thirteen straight years in order to participate in Movember, the global effort to raise funds and awareness for prostate and testicular cancer support and education through the cultivation of upper-lip hair. As you can see, what I have on my face today, at the end of a month of growing, resembles the Day 2 pictures of some of my esteemed teammates on the Dad 2.013/NYC Dads Group team, who now appear as if they are hosting large mutant woolly caterpillars on their mouths. I’m sure they (or, rather, their spouses) are anxiously awaiting the day-after-tomorrow so they can break out their razors again and return to normal. I, however, can’t wait until Saturday so I can stop shaving my chin and start hoping that my goatee grows back and that I don’t look even more strange and patchy and sadsack during the next month than I have during this one. Sigh.
[True story: last week, on Thanksgiving, my grandmother told me that I looked younger without my mustache and beard. She was standing right. in. front. of. me.]
You know how you can make me feel better and make it all worth it, though, right? You’ve got a little less than two days left to donate, so go to my MoSpace at mobro.co/jasonsperber now and give now. My poor, sparsely upholstered face thanks you.
daddy in a strange land 