Throughout my life I've had a long love/hate relationship with the mustache, and it's shown itself in many different forms.

There's the 1890's gold mining prospector:

There's the snooty French waiter at a fine bistro (but for some reason he wears a Cubs hat?):

There's the swarthy Italian who dives a Fiat:

There's the creep who could either be a child molester, or perhaps a stunt double for Robert Downey Jr. in Ironman:

And of course there's the Tom Selleck circa 1984: