If you are a man, you have considered growing a mustache; and the only real matter of contention is how much you ever considered it - was it a fleeting moment, was it a long life dream? And if you ever grew one - was it not just a beard shave, in a joking mood? Maybe you left a Hitler-stache, selfied it, showed your friends, laughed, then shaved the rest off - OR, maybe you admired someone's beautiful stache - like Tom Selleck - but even that takes a bit of... guts, right? I've seen a lot of pics in pic-threads, and no young normal dude sports a stache - exceptions are usually lost bets or short-lived experiments. I walked around with a stache, and everybody hated me, so I changed it back - but the POWER I FELT was undeniable. I never forgot it. A pattern I noticed right away was that - women universally hated the idea, flat out - just no, don't, stop, take it away - while most of my guy friends were mostly concerned with my mustache not being... earned enough - I can't grow it big, it was still not fully committed - and I whimped out in the end - but think whenever someone compliments a FINE mustache - it is almost always a man complimenting another man, hell - even if you're a homophobe, that is one of the few exceptions where you can fully utter your devoted admiration to another man's appearance - that is one good looking mustache, right there! and therein lie the key the mustache is a signal - it takes many forms, many roles, but all of them signal self-reliance and independence. The mustache first and foremost say "I do not care if the ladies do not find me attractive, so much so, I seal it with this monstrous growth." which translates further to either "I am taken, I am a family man - behold my dad stache!" or "I am too busy being powerful, than to lower myself to human matters!" or "I am gay, behold how gay I am!" each mustache speaks differently, each carries an accent, a subtle note to a story; like any other visual cue we exhibit, like hairstyle, clothes, facial expressions - we want to say something - but the mustache will not accept a fraud, you cannot bluff yourself to a stache. You carry that stache with pride, if it truly speaks what you intend for it to say - if you truly are a man of few worries, one who can AFFORD to allot *only* the upper lip for dense growth - a *focal point* detracting even from your eyes - a mark in the middle of your face, transforming you to such a degree, it was often the go to for criminal fugitives - grow a stache, or shave it. You essentially *mar* your own appearance, in such a way - with such a conviction - that your fellow man will admire you, and if you are that mustache-wearing man - not even that is of concern to you; for you are beyond and above the mere search for approval, and should someone congratulate you on your amazing stache - and tell you how inspirational your face is to them; it only serves for an oportunity for you, to grant them a little knowing nod, one that will warm their tender hearts, and give *them* the sense of approval, of having been acknowledged fully... by a man with a fine mustache.