Remember, Remember...

 Yes, it's that time again.
 November, a month of burning people in effigy (including, hilariously, disgraced cyclists) and spending money on things that you're going to set fire to and gain three seconds of pleasure from.
 It's a stupid fucking month, objectively, and what's making it stupider is Mowvember.
 Let me backtrack, a little.
 For the three people left who don't know, Mowvember is a sponsored charity event that asks men to grow a moustache - or at least not shave their upper lip - for thirty days.
 It's all done in the name of prostate cancer charities, which is a fucking good cause. How could I possibly object to that?
 Don't worry. I have this covered.
 I have nothing against the concept of Mowvember. It's admirable. What I have against it is the dilution of a good idea by mass acceptance.
 Here's me, two years ago, with a moustache for the month:

 Yeah, I look like a fucking dickhead. But that's the point.
 When the whole idea started, it meant five percent of the male populace had to look stupid for a good cause. It was under-the-radar and unique.
 These days, Mowvember has just become an excuse for any dickhead to grow a moustache. In 2012, if you see a person with a laughable moustache, you'll just shrug and say "Oh, that guy's doing Mowvember."
 The whole point of doing something for charity is that it should involve effort or hardship of some kind.
 Back when nobody had heard of Mowvember, this meant the hardship of looking like an absolute cock in public.
 Now that it's become widely recognised, it's just an excuse for people to try a new look.
 Charity shouldn't be about fashion, or about people who don't have the balls to attempt a moustache unless they have a pretext.
 Lately, I feel Mowvember is the equivalent of a band I liked before it was cool.
 People aren't doing it to humiliate themselves for charity, but just to join in with something popular.
 Mowvember used to get you laughed at. Now everyone just ignores it.
 And that, ironically, makes me bristle.