The 'Stache is Cashed
01/24/2006
The long, slow death of irony was much foretold in the dark ages of 2001, but what of the death of the ironic mustache? That took much longer to fall, but fall it has. Mustaches, popularized by pornographers Terry Richardson, Ron Jeremy, Dov Charney and their pornographer-wannabe hangers-on, have been spotted all over the streets of New York's Lower East Side for years, and long ago made their prickly, tickly way between Brooklyn's fetid fishnets. Their power was unmatched; their reign unquestioned. Mustaches were everywhere, hanging from the upper lips of the bartenders of Williamsburg, muscling up against faux-hawks for room on the L train. But what terrorism could not fell, charity has. Mustaches for Kids, a organization that sponsors mustache-growing and dedicates the money that growers raise to (yawn) a good cause, has made mustache-wearing as passe as, well, Terry Richardson and Dov Charney.
Sleazy 'Staches For A Good Cause



