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.