While October is devoted to raising awareness for breast cancer, November is all about the gentlemen. During the month of November, or “Movember,” as the Movember Foundation likes to call it, men around the world will grow the kind of facial hair many of us see as gross, cheesy, and porn star-esque for a good cause. (“Mo” is slang for mustache in Australia, where Movember started, originally with the sole goal of bringing back the mustache.) Their aim is to raise awareness about prostate cancer and other cancers that specifically affect men. We’ve assembled a wide array of some of our favorite celeb ‘staches for your mouth-tickling enjoyment. Click through for the very best.
As you know, we’re not really fans of anybody asking out our Most Wonderful Fake Boyfriend of All Time Joseph Gordon-Levitt. However, if someone’s going to do it, well, I suppose 26-year-old Lindsey Miller might as well. Lindsey’s been battling cancer for the past year, and after seeing JGL’s latest film “50/50″ — where he plays a young dude with cancer–she was inspired to get in touch. “After seeing Joseph Gordon-Levitt’s performance and seeing/reading some of his subsequent interviews about the film I thought, ‘This guy gets it. And he’s cute. I wonder if I could ever run into him somewhere,’” she writes on her blog. “But even though I live in LA, it seems impossible to find him.” (That’s because he’s apparently been living in my neighborhood in Brooklyn lately). So, Joe, the ball’s in your court now… [I Am a Liver]
Mr. Hanky the Christmas Poo has cracked up “South Park” fans with his juvenile sense of humor since, oh, forever. But it’s time to for him to step it up for a serious reason now: rectal cancer. That’s why Michelle L. Dobrawsky, a lawyer/comedian, started a campaign for Mr. Hanky to become the official spokesman — sorry, “spokesturd” — of the cancer from which she suffers. Rectal cancer has “a big ol’ marketing problem,” Dobrawsky writes in an open letter to Matt Stone and Trey Parker, the “South Park” creators. “Imagine the day when Mr. Hankey’s earthy brown visage is slapped onto every ribbon, T-shirt, electric mixer, lipstick, football helmet, mouth guard, sneaker, toaster, stapler and every other endorsable, colorable product in the world!” You forgot Mr. Hanky underwear, Michelle!
God bless anyone with cancer who manages to have a sense of humor — and an appreciation for poop jokes. Here’s hoping Matt Stone and Trey Parker agree. [BuzzFeed] Keep reading »
When I married Jason on August 7, 2010, the same day as his 29th birthday, we didn’t feel that marriage would change our relationship dramatically. After five years of dating, we were true partners-in-crime who had traveled the world together, raised two small dogs as though they were our children, and enjoyed daily debriefing sessions involving beers and work dramas we called “Power Hours.” Classifying us as genuine best friends would be an understatement. However, when Jason was diagnosed with Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia (ALL) on April 2, 2011, our world and our relationship was flipped upside-down. Everything changed — and I don’t just mean the obvious cancer hurdle. Striving to feel like a normal newlywed couple was, and still is, the most difficult challenge. Keep reading »
“What bothers me the most is that there was turmoil during my love affair with Farrah. A lot of it caused by my family, by my kids. All of them. Particularly Tatum. I just think that if [Fawcett] had never met us, would she still be alive today? Because nobody knows what causes cancer, do they really?”
— Hollywood dads keep it classy, don’t they? Ryan O’Neal gives Michael Lohan/Richard Heene/Joe Jackson a run for their money with this WTF comment about his daughter Tatum, on Monday’s episode of “Piers Morgan Tonight.” I don’t disagree that drug addicts — which Tatum O’Neal was — are soul-sucking sources of stress. But suggesting she caused his beloved’s cancer? That’s beyond-the-pale harsh. [New York Daily News] Keep reading »
In a few years, the following scenario could actually happen. If you’ve been feeling down, sleepy, and just generally like the color has been zapped out of the world, you can make an appointment with your doctor and say, “Hey doc, can I get a depression test?” Apparently, researchers in Japan on working on a test that would measure the concentration of phosphoric acid in the blood. It’s different from existing tests because (a) it’s fast and (b) it doesn’t require DNA testing, so could even become a part of regular checkups. Meaning, it could detect it when you’re feeling symptoms or when you’re not sure what’s going on. [Telegraph UK]
Oh, but there are so many fascinating tests like this in the works. After the jump, find out about more things you’ll be able to easily diagnose in just a few years. I feel like I’m in an episode of “The Jetsons.” Keep reading »
Meh. I’m with Facebook on this one. Keep reading »
Whoever dreams up “breast cancer awareness” memes for Facebook is just messing with us now. Women are listing fruits like strawberry, banana, apple or grape, in their “status update” to correspond with what their relationship status is … and, uh, “raise awareness” about breast cancer? Keep reading »