In case you have been in a hole the last few years, stylish men have cast aside razors for electric clippers and taken to styling their face and body hair — aka “manscaping” — with a zeal not seen since Edward Scissorhands. The beard, that onetime symbol of rural cluelessness, has become a badge of urban hipsterdom. This has grown to include a spectrum of variations, from a week’s slackerly growth to a handsome Czar Nicholas II beard to a full-blown Rutherford B. Hayes thicket.

Despite these fetching examples, the fate of the mustache is uncertain. Unlike the beard, it still carries plenty of baggage, skewing either too old-school gay (see “Milk”) or too old-school straight (see John R. Bolton).

Dov Charney, 39, the often controversial chief executive of American Apparel, known for its provocative ads, grew a ’70s-style mustache in 2004.

“I had it for seven months — eight months max,” Charney said. But over the next three years, whenever newspapers, magazines or bloggers ran stories about him, even after a photographer had come to take a current picture, most ended up using an old, mustached picture.

The problem is, the men who look good in a mustache are vastly outnumbered by those using it for comedic effect.

Robots fighting!

I don’t know what it is about robots fighting exactly that does it for me. Maybe it’s the way they move so inorganically or maybe it’s the way it foretells a dystopic future where robots will destroy us all. Either way, pretty awesome.

I’m shocked that something like this happened in Japan. If you see something about robots doing something, some girl getting raped by tentacles, or a woman getting shat on while wearing a wedding dress, it’s a pretty safe bet that it’s coming from Japan. And while those probably aren’t their three highest selling exports, they’re certainly something to be proud of.

Nipple hair moustache

Sometimes you have no words for the sexy things creepy men do.

Now that is what I call a classy gentleman. Wait, did I say classy gentleman? I meant f’ing creep. Either way though, that’s one sexy free moustache ride in the making. I’m kind of jealous though because, even though that’s disgusting, the best moustache I can conjure up looks vaguely like a Mexican day laborer or a wispy pedophile moustache. And it’s hard to stroke a wispy pedophile moustache. Unless you’re a 12 year-old boy, in which case, it’s alarmingly easy. And educational because then you learn, hey, maybe I should have gotten so close to that pedophile. It’s a lesson we all need to learn at some point.