Showing posts with label tache. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tache. Show all posts

Friday, November 28, 2008

The Tache

So the tache is back.  Don't believe me?  Don't want to believe me?  Well it may be tragic, it may scream "I'm a rapist" from a hundred yards away, it may make you yearn to take a razor to the face of your nearest and dearest, but it's back.  And it's being embraced by men of all ages.  

Admittedly, the tache has a bad history.  It's associated with Hitler, Stalin, the 70s.  None of which serve to recommend it as a fashion choice.  But what about Clarke Gable, Burt Reynolds, Salvador Dali and the awesome campness that was Freddie Mercury?  

I must admit, I've given this a lot of thought (alright, I've given this a lot of thought given the fact that I'm a lesbian and it really doesn't effect me at all).  Upon reflection, I've decided that I approve of the moustache.  It has an old fashioned charm.  Though, I will admit that few people can pull it off satisfactorily.  Of the above gentlemen, I think only Tom Selleck (and yes, I know that's a really old picture of him, but doesn't he look dashing?) and Orlando Bloom (who looks rather like a young Tom Selleck there, which might explain things) look really awesome with a hairy lip.  Sean Connery could pull off the tache when he was younger, but now he looks better with the full beard.   And Brad Pitt just looks like a skeezy tosser. 

Anyhow, hurrah for the re-emergence of the tache!  I'm off to convince my male friends (and my less fortunate female friends) to grow one..