On mustaches and women

What is this? Another mustache-related post? Perhaps I should change the subtitle of my blog to "Love, Happiness, Data, and Mustaches."

That being said, if I ever get married I am registering for this salt and pepper shaker. This also, of course, explains why I say "if" I get married; I cannot fathom why, but for some strange reason, most women do not quite seem to comprehend the wonders of the mustache, and regrettably, most would say something to the effect of "Shave RIGHT NOW" or "No we cannot decorate the house with photographs of famous mustaches." While I am a firm believer in compromises in relationships--I may even be okay with staying in a relationship with someone who is better at St. Petersburg than me--my unfailing love of the 'stache shall not be denied, and if it came to a choice between ending a relationship or getting rid of my growing collection of mustache-related artifacts, I must admit that the mustache would win every time.