Mustache Quote by Judith Ivory
““This way to the widge. Edwin started. Heavens! Up till now, she realized, she had carefully avoided forming in her mind any word for that part of a man. Even the scientific word made her vaguely uneasy; her sensibilities veered away from it. Still, she'd known immediately what Mr. Tremore referred to when he'd said *that*. His word seemed friendlier. A fond name. Were men fond of that part of themselves? It was certainly not the best part of statues; she made a point not to look there. And it changed, it grew. She'd read that astounding piece of information in a book. That was the worst part, the horror - or it had been the worst until this very moment, when it occurred to her that, goodness, a man might have hair there too. She did. Oh, something that grew larger, up and out of a tangle of hair. How disgusting. No, no, she mustn't think of it anymore. Enough. She must think of something else. The mustache.””
About This Quote
Source Novel: The Widge (fictional), author unknown
A woman confronts her discomfort with male anatomy, especially facial hair, and attempts to rationalize it as a social norm.
In simple terms: She feels uneasy about male facial hair and tries to normalize it.
Accept bodily differences without shame.
Themes
Mood
Type
When to use this quote
- personal reflection
- social interaction
- self‑acceptance
Key Concepts
Questions to Reflect On
- Why do we label natural traits as undesirable?
- How can we shift perception of normalcy?
The focus on hair may distract from deeper emotional issues.