So I was having a conversation with my friend Pampadam Pam about going to a restaurant for dinner together with the wife and she vividly hints to me that I have to wear the "proper attire," for the restaurant rather than in my usual "uniform," of my shorts, t-shirt and slippers.
Indignant, I remind my dear friend of close to 17 years (No, not to suck it like what you think I might have said but really did think that phrase.) that movie stars, along with teaching regular people like you and me what to wear, who to listen to and who to vote for, have taught us recently that having a mustache is a totally and absolutely right thing to do. For men I mean. If you're a woman and have a moustache, something is wrong.
Case in point, Brad Pitt, Robert Downey Jr, Tom Selleck and Wolverine. Because of their mustaches, they are never refused entry into any restaurants. Think about it. Who can refuse such an iconic facial accessory? Are you telling me a maitre d' is going to prevent Wolverine from entering a Morton's Steakhouse because he is in a wife beater and jeans? Never! The "stache," gives you access to ALL places.
As I finally made my point to Pampadam Pam, I would also like to tell every one of my readers of this blog that I will be wearing my slippers, t-shirt and shorts to the restaurant tomorrow. But more importantly, I also will have a moustache.
Thank you very much.
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