Actually I'm not sure if what they were bantering about was specifically the movement found at the link above.
However, the idea of Mustache March has dredged up some great childhood memories.
When I was growing up, my father usually kept a full beard and mustache.
However, when he'd get bored on weekends and the fancy struck him just right, he'd shave in different ways.
And each way he'd shave he'd assign an alter ego.
For example, (and I don't know if I'm remembering the egos to their facial hair configurations correctly, but you'll get the idea) when he would shave himself a goatee, he would assume the identity of Chip Lauderdale, a washed up nightclub singer.
Just a mustache was "Biff O'Connor." Which now that I think about it, kind of sounds like a 1970s porn star name.
Biff O'Connor poses with his eldest daughter on the date of her first communion. Ha ha!
And everything shaved off -- no mustache or beard -- was a guy named Arley Snakebite. I can't remember what Arley's schtick was...rough and tumble cowboy?
Needless to say it was always hilarious to see who would emerge from the bathroom on Saturday mornings.
I wonder if the Old Man still does this now that we've all grown up and left?
Hee hee! Do other people have parents this delightfully weird??
Sometimes I feel bad for Dr. Mad Scientist. I mean his parents are so, normal. Ha ha!