Moustaches--The Good, the Bad and the Ugly

It cannot have escaped your notice that this is moustache month--or, as it has been christened, Movember. The idea is that all men who are able to sprout hair on their upper lips should do so, as a way of raising awareness of prostate cancer and other male maladies. What the moustache has to do with the prostate gland has not been established.

We thought it time to rate some notable moustaches--the good, the bad and the ugly.  The good would certainly include the pencil-thin style favored by Errol Flynn and David Niven, the rugged Western brush of Robert Redford's Sundance Kid, Groucho Marx's paint-on number, and--the prize winner--Salvador Dali's upturned spikes. Dali could be the patron saint of Britain's Handlebar Club, an association with only one criterion for membership: a 'stache that can be gripped with both hands (presumably to steer the nose).

The bad would be led by A. Hitler's miserable little appendage and J. Stalin's unkempt whisker, undoubtedly redolent of yak jerky.

And the ugly award goes to former U.S. Ambassador to the United Nations (during the W. regime) John Bolton, whose upper lip looks like an untended vacant lot.

We admired the fine Movember growth of a frend the other day, and he said, "Most people tell me I look like a 1960s porn star."

"Nothing wrong with that," we told him.

"No," he said. "But I'm not getting any work."