There must be some circadian rhythm to this month of the year, where stars and hair follicles align by some mystical magnetic force and result in a coming together of hairiness and the great, well, not as un-washed. Throughout October, September, August, July… (you get the picture) little contact is made with humanity, but come Movember and all of a sudden it’s a non-stop face-to-face, nose-to-nose, hair-to-hair clash between those well endowed with nose troopers and those who are not. Work meetings, focus groups, presentations with a higher than average audience drawn by the pure testosterone crackling in the air are all the rage.
What happens when you get out and about into the public domain is that you start to get noticed. Important people begin to recognise you and can see that there is something special going on. They can’t quite put their finger on it, but they see something about your demeanour, the respect and authority you can command just from having a mo, teamed with a clear ability to cop a bit of flak for looking like a tool. So they are keen to get you on board to solve their little problems. Got a problem with declining poll ratings and the challenges of appearing tough and humane at the same time? That very manly man over there can help sort it out, with his tough but welcoming facial feature.
Leader of the free world and need to pass a complex healthcare reform bill? (Who doesn’t these days?) Just call on that man over there, a picture of fine health and a walking insurance policy against hair loss.
Not all of us can be called on in this way however, and in a desperate attempt to be too cool for school seem to have disappeared to seek extra help in the mo growing stakes. Rumour has it they have been seeking emergency help and rehab from some former specialists in upper lip cultivation. Apparently, treatment includes many many cans of weak lager on a flight to the UK and a tonking of J E Embury.
So, er, yeah, translating that to the real world and Jason is on holiday and Neil and Ben have been pretty busy and couldn’t get round to taking any fancy pictures. But the growing has been going and it is a close race between Ben’s extravagant feature and Neil’s basic but sturdy model. Why are we doing this to ourselves (and our friends, and family, and colleagues, and clients, and people in the street, and aliens spying from Uranus)? Because it’s Movember of course. While we may be able to improve poll ratings and help pass healthcare reform bills, we need your support when it comes to improving men’s health, and would love and give you big kisses (OK you can opt out of that if you want) for anything you can donate to us. It’s very easy, just follow the links on the right of this page.
For now though, we’ll leave you to it and get back to solving the world’s problems. Now where did I leave that cache of uranium I confiscated…
What happens when you get out and about into the public domain is that you start to get noticed. Important people begin to recognise you and can see that there is something special going on. They can’t quite put their finger on it, but they see something about your demeanour, the respect and authority you can command just from having a mo, teamed with a clear ability to cop a bit of flak for looking like a tool. So they are keen to get you on board to solve their little problems. Got a problem with declining poll ratings and the challenges of appearing tough and humane at the same time? That very manly man over there can help sort it out, with his tough but welcoming facial feature.
Leader of the free world and need to pass a complex healthcare reform bill? (Who doesn’t these days?) Just call on that man over there, a picture of fine health and a walking insurance policy against hair loss.
Not all of us can be called on in this way however, and in a desperate attempt to be too cool for school seem to have disappeared to seek extra help in the mo growing stakes. Rumour has it they have been seeking emergency help and rehab from some former specialists in upper lip cultivation. Apparently, treatment includes many many cans of weak lager on a flight to the UK and a tonking of J E Embury.So, er, yeah, translating that to the real world and Jason is on holiday and Neil and Ben have been pretty busy and couldn’t get round to taking any fancy pictures. But the growing has been going and it is a close race between Ben’s extravagant feature and Neil’s basic but sturdy model. Why are we doing this to ourselves (and our friends, and family, and colleagues, and clients, and people in the street, and aliens spying from Uranus)? Because it’s Movember of course. While we may be able to improve poll ratings and help pass healthcare reform bills, we need your support when it comes to improving men’s health, and would love and give you big kisses (OK you can opt out of that if you want) for anything you can donate to us. It’s very easy, just follow the links on the right of this page.
For now though, we’ll leave you to it and get back to solving the world’s problems. Now where did I leave that cache of uranium I confiscated…
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