Back when I was getting ready to leave my last job and start grad school, Cicada noted that I’d have to shave off my goatee (them’s the rules at BYU). I said I wasn’t too thrilled about that, because I liked my goatee and was afraid that I’d look a lot younger if I shaved it off. And that’s when she begged me to keep just the mustache.
Uh-uh, I said. No way. Mustaches are creepy and gross. Cicada was disappointed, but I stood resolute. That is, until just over a week ago, when I suddenly found myself making a deal with my coworker Chris that we would grow mustaches for two weeks. It all happened kind of fast. He had just read that Eric Holder was chosen to be Obama’s attorney general, and I made some disparaging comment about his mustache. Chris got defensive, and then I said, “If you love mustaches so much, why don’t you grow one?” Then he said, “I will if you will,” and then we were shaking on it. When I reported this story later on my forum, Icarus said, “It sounds like you lost.” Yeah, I think I did.
. . . or did I?