A Reminder To Help Us Fight Prostate Cancer!
If you’re a dude who’s participating in Movember — a movement that promotes men’s heath awareness and implores men to grow a mustache for the month of November — chances are your facial hair is in a weird place right now. I mean, I wouldn’t know for certain as I’m unable to grow a mustache or any sizable amount of facial hair for that matter, but after six days of attempting to grow a ‘stache, I’d imagine it to be in an awkward transitional phase. It’s probably past the point of looking like a clump of dirt on your upper lip but it’s not exactly in Magnum P.I. territory yet either. That’s okay though. You have three more weeks to emulate the Mustache God, Tom Selleck, and scare away potential girlfriends/ boyfriends at the bars.
Regardless of whether or not you’re growing a ‘stache, you can still join our team over at Movember and help us raise funds for prostate cancer. You may refer to this last post for the official rules but let me kindly remind you that whoever raises the most funds will win AN IPAD! Do you even know what that is? It’s like a tiny computer you can whip out whenever/ wherever. You can stop someone walking down the street who looks confused and say to them, “Oh, do you need to use a computer? BECAUSE I GOT ONE. BAM!” (Just kidding. Don’t do that. You’ll look insane/ the person might steal it.) But yeah, it’s a win/ win situation. You help raise funds for a cancer that is a gnarly evil monster, AND get the latest fancy technology thing-y. So go do it! Because good people deserve iPads. Oh, and please join my team when you do it because Stephanie Georgopulos is making us all look bad with her amazing fundraising abilities! Imagine. The one person who doesn’t have a prostate at Thought Catalog is kicking our butts. Oh, the irony!
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It started with a right swipe, a little green heart. Tinder of course.
Though I acknowledge and appreciate the differences in human experiences, and while your heartbreak is (and always will be) uniquely and completely your own, I must urge you to consider that I have been where you are.
With his hat cocked back, body tilted away from his cane, and right forefinger pointing directly at his audience, Joseph Ducreux commands the attention of those viewing his self-portrait.
I was born in 1990; he was born in 1973. I’m 23; he just turned 40.