March is here, supposedly the herald of Spring and hope and sunshine and flowers, yet still there is snow on the ground and, according to Weather.com, the temperature is a paltry 35 degrees. By the end of the week, it supposedly is going to get into the low 40s, but I am skeptical to say the least.

According to Twitter and Facebook, March is also the home to something I had never heard of before, an event called “Mustache March.” According to what I believe is the official website:

Moustache March is the most wonderful month of the year, celebrated by thousands and thousands of men (and a few special women) around the world who have a true respect for the most elegant of all facial hair types, the moustache. Real men wear the moustache year round but we felt that taking one month a year would be our contribution. It doesn’t matter if you spell it moustache or mustache, we just want you to make March what it is supposed to be, a month long enjoyment of upper lip hair. One of our goals is to bring all the factions of Moustache March together in one place online to continue to grow together for our common goal.

I dunno. A Mustache March sounds like something a civil rights group called the Mustachioed Brethren might do to protest the discrimination against men — or women — who proudly wear the ‘stache.

So despite my respect and empathy for the Mustachioed Movement, I think I am going to sit this Mustache March out. However, in January I did shave my goatee off, and went around for a day with just a ‘stache. The results were thus:

Eh, it’s not bad, but most people going around sporting just a mustache tend to look like creepy pedophiles — myself included.

Alas, maybe next year.