Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Yes friends, I am the proud possessor of a month-long mustache. This majestic addition to my appearance is beautiful, I know. But don’t be fooled, masculine swank isn’t the only thing this bad boy brings to the table. My mustache’s aesthetic splendor is equaled by its functional utility. Besides serving as the ideal receptacle of savory morsels from meals passed, my mustache gives me Arab street cred.
In the Badia, most men over thirty-five have a mustache. In fact, mustaches have become so culturally valuable that an idiom linked to one’s word of honor has sprung up around them: “Imsak sharbak?,” or “hold your mustache?” The English equivalent is something like “Cross your heart and hope to die?” I figured that I need a mustache to hold in case my honor is ever put into question. Truthfully, most people tell me it looks bad and that I need to get rid of it. So, that’s what’s happening tomorrow morning.