Hair, There, Everywhere

It's a shame that daughters can't (or at least definitely, positively, absolutely — and we repeat, absolutely — shouldn't) wear their father's mustache. It is a connection. It is an ode. It just makes one feel good to know about it.

When the late, great Kurt Vonnegut Jr. gave the 2003 Clemens  speech at the Mark Twain House in Hartford, he began:

First things first: I want it clearly understood that this mustache I’m wearing is my father’s mustache. I should have brought his photograph. My big brother Bernie, now dead, a physical chemist who discovered that silver iodide can sometimes make it snow or rain, he wore it, too.

Him. His brother. Their dad. All tied together by a mustache.

It's an idea that actor/musician Jason Schwartzman has also adopted. In announcing that he is expecting his first child, Schwartzman explained whey there was a new bug reposing beneath his breather. In his own baby pictures it was his father's goofy mustache that stood out. He hoped to offer his child the same dubious pleasure: “I decided to grow out this mustache, so when we take photos — my boy or girl, whatever it is — they’ll be embarrassed. ...I am now thinking of ways to embarrass my unborn child.” Like Vonnegut he will be tied to his child and will also be hoping his daughter (should he have one) won't be using the idea like a family heirloom.