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That’s me on the left, with the ridiculously looking moustache. As an asian guy, it’s hard for me to grow a moustache. That picture is the result of 12 days of growing, and that’s all I got. I tried to mimic the Unabomber look, but unfortuantely, he’s got a much cooler stash than me.

Moustache March started out with college kids in California looking for something to do, and eventually becoming tradition as it caught on nation wide. Today, there are moustache march competitions on radio shows, to competitions that raise money for charity. The concept is simple. No shaving of the moustache in March, and at the end of the month, everyone involved is judged and the best stash is awarded the win. Simple.

So this year, my foray into Moustache March began, along with a bunch of my friends. Everyday, we all bitch about how stupid we look, and how we threaten to shave off the moustache. I don’t know how serious the others were, for me, there were a few days where I looked into the mirror and just wanted to end this madness. Some of the others have to meet with clients everyday, and find it tough to try and win their business looking so stupid. Another one of my friends have to meet his girlfriend’s parents for the first time, and doesn’t want to do so looking like a rapist pervert. I had it easy, since I’m usually isolated in my office, I get to mind my own business. Until yesterday, when things changed for the worst, an event that questioned my dedication to Moustache March.

My website, Beyond Car Forums, had an article dugg. A local story of 2 members who didn’t know each other, one a victim of a hit and run, the other, a photographer that snapped clear photos of the fleeing car. Readers all over the world loved the story, which got over 240,000 views in a day. The local media loved it so much, they contacted me and wanted to interview me on TV, which led to the problem. Do I go on TV looking like an idiot with a weaksauce moustache?

On one hand, if I shaved it off, I would’ve given an excuse for everyone else to do the same in a difficult situation like this. On the other hand, if I left it on, it would’ve taken away every excuse that anyone had to shave off their moustache. So being the intelligent, level headed person that I am, what did I decide to do? That’s right… I went on TV with my moustache. As you can see from the video, I’m trying really hard not to laugh, because during the entire interview, all I thought about was how stupid I’m going to look to the world. I was thinking so much about my moustache that I didn’t even realize I was wearing shorts, sitting in a lawn chair in the middle of my living room. Ghetto to the max.

Do I regret the decision to leave the stash on? Hell no. I’m going to get to hear stories of my friends getting laughed at by potential clients. I’m going to hear about meeting the parents looking like a perv. And I’ll get to see pictures of Kenny’s vacation next week with a dirt stash that’s worse than mine (he started late). IMO, well worth it!


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