Hiatus over.

Throw out poetry; throw out marketing and social media talks; throw out political opinion; throw out uneducated discourse on all that is beer and infomercials…it all goes out the window for the betterment of humanity, right now.

Today, I embark on one of the most fulfilling journeys a young, post-Vatican II, professional can ever dream of, a task albeit strange and slightly erratic, but simple and pure. Today, I join the ranks of mustached-American.

So why now?

Well, the better question is: Why did it take so long?  For the most part, I’ve been in the fraternity of the beard-wearer for the last 3-years.  I’ve always loved having a beard. It keeps your face warm, it hides your ever aging double-chin one Double Cheeseburger at a time, it makes you look about + or – 5 years older/younger depending on what you’re going for and it always makes people think, “wow, that guy has an uncanny resemblance to (insert Billy Mays, Dom Deluise, Al Borland, *ehem*, Richard Karn here). Sometimes the subtle stroke of the beard is all you need to solve world hunger, or at least make others in the room feel like you just might…

But, assumed intelligence through pondering aside, the mustache was always calling my name.

Yesterday just so happened to be November 1st, and yes, All-Saints Day amongst the Christian-contingent.  You would assume with all the bearded saints (seriously, Google saints, they all had beards, except Saint Michael, go figure…) that the beard would be brought to light throughout the month.  Nothing could be farther from the truth though as yesterday marks the the start of an annual push to raise awareness and money for testicular and prostate cancer.  November 1st is the start of Movember (a charity that benefits Lance Armstrong’s Livestrong Foundation and the Prostate Cancer Foundation) and has no religious affiliation whatsoever (to my limited knowledge).

Movember Logo

I’m going to chronicle my experiences sans beard, plus mustache this month.  I fully intend to be mistaken for Brad Pitt from Inglorious Basterds or Jeff Foxworthy from I Can’t Believe that Guy Is Still Employed, or more realistically somewhere in between.

By the way, you may notice that Movember calls for one to start clean-shaven and grow and maintain the misplaced eye-brow throughout the month.  I decided to circumvent this stage in the process for fear of not recognizing myself in the mirror this morning and proceeding to punch glass.  I instead woke up this morning and saw a sultry lip-sweater. It’s going to be a good month.

You can check out my Mo Space page here: Matt Biegacki’s Donation Page And be sure to drop a buck or two, if you got it…

Peace.

mjb