I wrote about
Dickensian villain Don Blankenship yesterday on
A More Perfect Market, and, as usual, I watched 15-20 minutes of my day disappear as I struggled to title the post.
I went with
Gotta Love the Man's Mustache, Though.
And it was kind of a stretch of a title, because, honestly, at first, I wasn't really all that impressed with his mustache. I mean it was definitely exciting to see that he had one, exciting to know that he was not afraid to rock sculpted facial hair. But,
at a glance, the mustache really didn't look like anything special.
At a glance.
Look closer, however, and notice the attention to detail. Dude clearly does some serious maintenance. Perfect straight lines from the corners of the mouth to the nostrils. Extraordinary symmetry. A classic trapezoid.
And it is totally weird that I'm writing this and thinking this and look at blurry far away pictures of coal executives and assume. But I'm convinced that these observations are not only truths but extremely important truths to acknowledge and spread.
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