I have a confession to make: I had a hard time embracing the whole fake mustache craze. Mustache – I just think of creepy 70s guy with the open shirt with gold chains, Adolf Hitler, Frida Kahlo and the bad guy in Western movies. I imagine kisses with a bristly, scratchy aftermath. Even just the word has always rubbed me the wrong way.
I am not sure when exactly the seed that mustaches were not my thing was planted but it started in my youth. With the passing of Halloween, I am reminded being 6 or 7 and attending a Halloween festival at my local library. I was a witch that year and was sitting at the face painting station. They painted my face all green and they given me a black mustache. I remember being very upset and crying uncontrollably. I hated it and demanded it be washed off.
Several years later in junior high, I was sitting in my Survey 7 metal shop class and talking with my classmates. I was thirteen and a bit of a flirt. I don’t remember how the conversation got started but the boys started to tease me. “Stacy’s got a mustache! Stacy’s got a mustache!” I remember feeling like I had been physically slapped. I couldn’t believe they could see the peach fuzz above my lip. I remember almost feeling betrayed – mustaches were for men not me.
Flash forward two decades and the fake mustache craze is upon us all. Social media is ablaze with finger mustache and mustache-on-a-stick selfies. You can find them on coffee mugs, t-shirts, drink napkins, jewelry and even clutch handbags. Did you know they have Fake Mustache Day on February 3rd? My initial reaction was “What in the world is this all about?” It got me thinking about my journey from being an unhappy young woman who was fed up with unwanted hair to discovering electrolysis and finally being free from all that silent suffering.
The fake mustache craze isn’t about being mean and nasty. It is more about being silly and fun. In fact, I think they are kind of cute. If you see a mock mustache and can’t see the humor in it perhaps it is time to take some steps to let go of the unhappiness; finding a good electrologist could be the answer for you.