The name of the prostate gland, I've been led to believe, derives from the Greek prostates, which means "one who stands before." "Guardian." "Protector." And although almost a quarter million of these protectors are diagnosed with cancer every year, prostates can't seem to rate equal time in our tiny attention spans. So men all over the world are taking part in Movember and growing the ultimate Awareness Ribbon on their upper lips.
My teammates at Man of the House and I will spend November growing moustaches, and I'd be grateful if you'd click on my Mo page and give what you can to help fund prostate cancer research. I'll be uploading pictures periodically, including this one from Day 2 (with some gratuitous sports pandering).
I have to warn you, though, that even though there isn't much hair left on top, my Scottish blood grows it copiously just about everywhere else. My five o'clock shadow kicks in at around 1:30. And this month I'm committed to going for a full-blown Twain. Or even a Nietzsche.