|Think you can handle this moustache? I don't think so.|
The seventies were the decade of manliness and machismo. Baby Boomers were in their prime, and now it was time to start broadcasting their virility via tight pants and mighty womb brooms. These were beacons of manliness the way a stag's rack and a lion's mane are signals of their raw manhood.
Mind you, the homosexual community took it up a notch, so I can't lay all the credit to hetero seventies swingers. But none - I repeat, NONE will ever top the feather duster that adorned the upper lip of the great Neil Peart.
|Don't let the Adidas and Geddy's grandma pants distract you from that goddamn amazing mustache|