Strangers stare when you’re sporting a stache. Half of them seem to think I’m an undercover cop. The other half probably think I’m a retired pornstar: with arthritis, bad credit, and genital warts. As for my wife: well, she looks like she mistakenly grabbed a piece of sandpaper, instead of a napkin, and wiped her face raw. We’re told that Movember is all about men’s reproductive health, and yet I can’t help but wonder if this is really such a good reproductive strategy?
—John Faithful Hamer, From Here (2015)