We’re nine days into Movember…but who’s counting.
The moustache I’m growing to raise funds/awareness for prostate cancer research has officially arrived. Well, most of it anyway. There’s still a little ways to go in the “filling out” department, but with three weeks to go I definitely feel like part of a brotherhood. There are nods and knowing smiles from strangers (and fellow Mo Bro’s) on the street. The odd “nice Mo!” in passing. Even an inquiry from recording artist Hedley in our green room this morning whether I’m using mascara or eye liner to add some thickness (I’m not).
This is the point where a commitment to Movember really starts to mean something. I’ll admit, I do a double take when I walk past a mirror. I find myself wondering how many people (who have yet to hear about Movember) wonder exactly what it is I’m trying to prove. You could say the moustache is an endangered species – gone are the days when Tom Selleck and Burt Reynolds topped the list of People’s Sexiest Men.
But that’s the point. My Mo is my billboard for prostate cancer research. A living, growing (slightly creepy) equivalent to breast cancer’s pink ribbon. Every day, I’m afforded the opportunity to challenge somebody to book a physical with their doctor, or talk to their dad or brother or husband about getting checked, or donate to the global Movember movement (by clicking here).
Movember lasts a month. The spin-off lasts forever! Let’s change the face of men’s health together!
rpj.
The Edmonton Sun's Graham Hicks dons a (sticker) 'stache to mark Movember on BT!