Mustachedness - Day 2

Today's nosetickler is called "The Square," most likely because it's rectangular-ish. But no, I'm not Hitler, much to the disappointment of many friends who were itching to salute me, palms-down. Sitting in Victorian Characters class, the perfect place to wear a mustache. We shall see how things go. At least it more readily matches my hair color!

3 Hours A Day Keep Boring at Bay

So after my first day as a mustached woman, I discovered a few very interesting things:

1.) Breathing through your nose causes the adhesive to wear away from your sweating upper lip (them things are warm!!!).

2.) You can only be brave enough for a certain period of time because,

3.) People are INCREDIBLY uncomfortable when you do something strange. After walking through campus, sitting in class and getting food at the Grill, I realized that people would notice the mustache and then purposefully look away. They didn't want to see it because it was weird. Of the hundred or so people who saw me today, I got two "Like your mustache"-es, one "Why are you wearing a mustache?" and one three-minute-long stare.

My point was to see how people could or could not take me seriously, but instead I uncovered a truth about our society: we do not want to see what we don't want/expect.

Therefore because of discomfort and lack of extra glue, I am only going to wear my appointed flavor-saver for three hours a day, beginning when I leave my room. Tomorrow's soup-catcher is entitled, "The Square."

Mustachedness - Day 1

Hello friends and fellow mustache lovers!

In my great quest for drama in our everyday lives, I am embarking on a week-long adventure of mustachedness to bring strangeness and wonder to those around me. This week of performance art involves very few technical requirements: me, and a mustache - to be precise, seven different mustaches!

I discovered at the fantastic little hippie store in Lexington, KY, SQecial Media, a week's supply of self-adhesive 'staches including the following lip caterpillars:

Monday: The Hero

Tuesday: The Square

Wednesday: The Bruiser

Thursday: The Weasel

Friday: The Sheriff

Saturday: The Grandpa

Sunday: The Hollywood

As today is Monday, I've begun my week as The Hero, proudly supporting facial hair everywhere (but mostly on the face), fighting crime against bald upper lips!

This piece should certainly question how seriously we take ourselves. More to come.

LOVE,

~Vivian

I miss the man

I miss the man whose clothes I wish I could fold.

His shirts and socks and boxer briefs,

the softness of his black tees and trou.

I miss the man whose stains and holes I can forgive.

I wish I could miss missing him.