I’ve decided to officially participate in Movember, a movement in November where men raise money for Livestrong and prostate cancer, growing a moustache as the donation vehicle.  I know, pretty serious.  Several Atlassian coworkers–31 to be exact–are mo team members, otherwise known as mo bros.  Our CEO has said he’ll even cut a mohawk if we raise $15k–two mo’s, one bro–full on double mo.

Anyway, today I experienced the moustache effect.  I attended a yoga class at a studio near work today during lunch.  After class I had a heart-to-heart chat with the instructor, Dave, about masculinity, the practice of yoga, and the desire for inner peace.  Halfway into the deep conversation it hit me: I have a fucking moustache right now.  Immediately I was embarrassed and distracted, realizing I really can’t be taken seriously with a moustache.  This, my friends, is the moustache effect.  Walkers and runners around the world endure physical pain walking and running for a cure for breast cancer.  Mo bros endure ego hits and a month of self confidence issues.