My Prayer for Movember
Stop it. Stop pretending you are doing anything by growing a mustache in November, in some kind of weird Man Solidarity for prostate cancer awareness.
Are you a baseball or hockey player and you are in the playoffs? Then fine, grow it out. Show your team spirit. Note also that you are growing a full beard in this case. Not a mustache, because you aren’t an idiot.
And this is why. This is what we, (adult males,) are saying by growing mustaches in November: We (adult males) are so completely unable to grasp the seriousness of this prostate cancer situation, so we’ve decided to play a big game where we all dress up like Hipsters. This is what we are saying, and we shouldn’t be.
Women, who amazingly still get paid less than us, have managed to get Grown Ass Men, who are at least twice the size and strength of you or me, to wear PINK the entire month of October, as well as raised what I’m sure is like, 100,000 Billion dollars for Breast Cancer research and prevention. This is an impressive feat.
Congrats ladies. What are we going to do? We are going to fucking GROW MUSTACHES. That’s right, cause we’re ADULTS.
Are we really so uncomfortable with talking about this disease that mustaches are the best we could come up with? How about a campaign with no gimmicks, no euphemisms, or something that lets the reality of this horrific and quiet disease do the talking. With open dialogue and adequate testing, prostate cancer can be stopped before it spreads, and that should be enough.
Have you known someone who died of prostate cancer when it could have easily been prevented by better treatment, or even just some base line level of awareness? Me too.
You think that looking back on it, this mustache thing is doing right by them? Me neither.
