Happy Movember 22nd all! We at Multiversity hope you’re having a wonderful month of facial hair growth and good holiday tidings, and this week we talk with our friends at The Ministry of Mustache Growth and Management (don’t forget to donate!), a bevy of comic folk, about what their picks would be for the most ridiculous mustaches in comics history would be.
And let’s face it – there are a lot of really good options.
Find out their picks after the jump, and let us know what you think are the most ridiculous examples in the comments.
Joe Keatinge
Writer on Image’s upcoming Hell Yeah! and Glory, Co-writer on Image’s upcoming Brutal
Egg Fu: Wonder Woman’s super racist giant egg nemesis. I’m not even sure what to say here. Look at him.
Patrick Thorpe
Assistant Editor, Dark Horse Comics
This one was a bit more difficult for me. Should I point out the obvious flaw with J. Jonah Jameson’s ‘stache? Talk about the cultural impact of Fu Manchu? But I think that the most ridiculous mo in comic-books is ’70s, disco Stan Lee mo. I mean, just look at the majesty! Pictures are worth a thousand words, so I just have two: ‘Nuff said.
Jim Gibbons
Assistant Editor, Dark Horse Comics
Though his ‘stache isn’t particularly ridiculous in and of itself–in fact, it’s quite well groomed!–I’ve always thought Sinestro’s mustache was incredibly silly. The guy was supposed to be the greatest Green Lantern, a pinnacle of justice that other members of the Corps could look up to, and yet from day one, the dude has been sporting a straight-up villain ‘stache! How did no one see his turn to villainy coming? If folks on Oa are that blind to such obvious signals, it’s no wonder Sinestro and his supervillain ‘stache got such a jump on them!
John Schork
Assistant Editor, Dark Horse Comics
J. Jonah Jameson may very well be the most lovable jerk in comics. He’s all screaming spittle and cigar smoke, usually directing his vitriol at your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man; but for some reason, I can never really hold it against him.
Obviously, this is because of his mustache.
The stout, salt and pepper lip-rug that adorns his menacing visage bears in its sturdy whiskers the steely countenance of greatness. Every tobacco-soaked follicle is constantly working overtime, like an assembly line robot, coating the bug-eyed salvos of madness that are usually launched from his mouth with authority and welcome levity. If it weren’t for that ‘stache, he’d probably be institutionalized somewhere; fine wool traded for sweatpants and a stocked humidor swapped with an extensive list of prescriptions. Without that hypnotizing menagerie striding atop his upper lip, New York’s foremost news magnate and vest enthusiast would be wearing a sandwich board and screaming Spider-man conspiracy theories at passersby.
J. Jonah Jameson’s mustache parses madness into news and news runs the world. Ergo, J. Jonah Jameson’s mustache runs the world.
For that, I salute it.
