That Redneck ‘Stache
Five weeks in India requires all males to experiment in growing facial hair, a task which resulted in a beard and then the king of moustashes, Middle America’s version of the FuManchu. The World Beard Championships actually files this under partial beard. I usually call it that-redneck-stache as FuManchu suggests so much more mystery and history than my facial hair exhibits.
It looks better than I could have possibly imagined, not that it looks good. Janet said it best, “you just look like a redneck.” Fortunately I haven’t needed a new wardrobe to make the look work, but I did need a new pair of sunglasses. The last pair looked so terrible that I had to wear Janet’s sunglasses until I could find a new pair. Somehow those feminine curves gave me a look more like the Edge than the traditional redneck. A cowboy hat I tried on at a street stall also looked surprisingly terrible, where as a grubby baseball capped worked fine. I passed on the beer shirt.