JFZ Savanna Mating Rituals & Moustache Wax Reviews Part 1: Firehouse Wax

Before we get to the Waxing of the Moustaches of Movember, I wanted to ask all you regular gym-goers out there a question:

(((It’s been awhile since I’ve talked, at length, about the gym ecosystem, so if you are unaware of my use of the African Savanna as a metaphor for the gym, it all started right here, and I encourage you to go check it out)))

Lately I’ve been noticing a weird ritual being performed by some of the younger members of the pride of lions that prowl around my particular JFZ savanna. I am convinced it is some sort of mating dance, intended to, of course, lure a mate into Coitus Uninterruptus. I am assuming this is necessary because the males of the species vastly outnumber the ladylions. I am unfamiliar with the mating habits of lions/gym rats, so I’m wondering if they mate for life or not. If they do mate for life, these young lions must be attempting to bait a lioness away from her spouse, for which I think these young lions deserve a proper thrashing by their superiors. Being as the older lions have yet to administer said thrashing and, further, continue to allow this mating habit to continue, leads this humble Wildlife Observer to presume that the JFZ species of lion does not mate for life, but instead are hedonists of the highest order.

Of course, there is always the possibility that what I am perceiving as a mating ritual could, in fact, be something else. My only hope is that it is not the dance they do before they begin the wanton slaughter of the trespassing wildebeests in their midst.

Ok, here’s what it is, gym rats. Help a wildebeest out:

Step 1 of African Anteater Ritual: the young lions form a line.

Step 2: Then, they all sling a weight over their shoulder. We’re talking at least 3 lions here, but most times it is 4 or 5.

Step 3: They all get in a line. Picture the elephants in the Jungle Book.

Step 4: This is the key step here. They all parade around the savanna, bending at the knee, in unison, in a line.

I promise to all things holy that I am not making this shit up. They literally form a parade, some sort of fitnessing conga line, and lunge their way around the workout floor in a line.

I rarely say this in real life, but: what the fuck is up wit’ dat????

Surely there is a logical explanation and I’m just missing it. If they are genuinely attempting the African Anteater Ritual then, for one, they’re going about it all wrong. But I swear it looks like these lions are attempting some form of ritualistic behavior, spurred on by their high levels of testosterone.

“Oh dear, her departure says it all…”

Moustache Wax Review #1: Dark & Wacky Tacky

At some point, and this point may be passed as far as I know, it became cool again to have a moustache. Not that I’m a trendsetter, far from it, but about 5 years ago I went as Ed Wood for Halloween. For my Ed Wood costume, I grew out a pencil-thin moustache… which was mercilessly ridiculed by all my too-cool-for-school friends (a moustache, even a pencil-thin one, does not grow in one day, so I had a moustache for a good few weeks before Halloween).

It wasn’t long before these same mothertruckers all grew out moustaches, because it was suddenly fashionable to do so, a fact that I could not let slide by. “You assholes all made fun of my moustache, but now you grow them out!” or something to that effect.

I’ve never been a moustache sort of chap, preferring the “all or nothing” theory towards facial hair. Meaning, a full beard or nothing at all.

Of course, when you have a “full” beard, you have a moustache also, though I don’t know if, by moustache etiquette rules and standards, you can properly call it a moustache if it covers your whole damn face. Although a full beard sans moustache would certainly not be “full” and would, in fact, look rather ridiculous, if you ask me. I don’t know if there is a term for such a facial hairdo, but the term “jackanape” pops immediately to mind.

Periodically, I have grown out the full beard. Now being one of those periods.

To me, I grow out a full beard, not as some sort of statement or anything, but really just to look more like a character out of Tolkien or a Viking. The periods when I grow out a full beard tend to, not coincidentally, coincide with the periods in my life when I experience a spike in my interest in Fantasy.

I’ve never liked the too-well-groomed facial hair either (though I think a properly waxed moustache can look very dapper). This is the type of facial ‘do preferred by athletes and other assorted douschbags everywhere. You know what I’m talking about: the facial hair that is extremely well-maintained and usually cut into angles and shit.

When I played WoW, one of my favorite characters was a dwarf hunter named Jobby. I was normally a Horde player, but the lure of the dwarven beardishness was just too good to resist. I don’t have any pictures of Jobby (may he rest in peace), but I did find a small picture of the exact beard that he had:

Jobby Beard

Jobby had crimson hair though, not this strawberry blond bullmess that this dwarf has. Point is, a full beard, complete with handlebar moustache.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is the ultimate goal in my facial hair right now. Whether I reach these goals will depend on many things: how much of a pain in the ass it is to maintain, whether the wife drugs me and cuts it off in my sleep, how much I feel like a total social pariah, etc.

But that is the goal for now.

The means to this end are simple:

For the beard, all I need is time and a decent pair of hedge clippers to keep it from looking like an upside-down Buckwheat farm.

For the handlebars, I need a good wax, which is where Firehouse Brand Moustache Wax comes in.

The way I started buying wax for my facial hair actually has nothing to do with handlebar moustaches. I started looking into waxes as a way to keep my beard well-groomed and to tame it into submission, as my beard hair is incredibly curly and nappy.

I first tried to put pomade on it. The good ol’ Murray’s, that has never let me down in my hair-holding-in-place needs. Unfortunately, the thing about Murray’s is that it has the consistency of automotive grease, which means that my beard, while having a pleasant aroma, had the texture and consistency of 3-day-old roadkill. This was unacceptable, to say the least.

I needed something that was drier. Something that may go on wet, but would eventually harden and not leave me feeling like I had a greasy dead possum under my chin.

That is what led me to waxes and, eventually, to Firehouse Brand Moustache Wax.

I will say, up front, that so far this is the sturdiest and best wax for a moustache that I have yet to find. So if you’re looking for “cons” about Firehouse, you may want to look somewhere else.

First off, I ordered the wax straight from the Firehouse website, which you can go to HERE. Be forewarned that the site will attempt to bombard you with add-ons and other junk that could potentially make it a pain in the ass to load and will, if left to its own devices, play some music, which I did not personally care for.

The wax is also available via Amazon, which is where I usually do my internet tradin’, but you will get it cheaper by skipping the middle man and ordering it from the Firehouse website.

Part of the reason I was curious about this wax is that it appealed to my nostalgic nature by alluding to a bygone era when I like to imagine that all firemen had badass handlebar moustaches to repel the roaring inferno from infiltrating their mouth. I was picturing a fireman from the inside of Blazing Fury, and I like that look of vintage fireman memorabilia.

I am also under the impression that someone, somewhere, is making this stuff in their house, which makes me like it even more that it’s not getting cranked out of an assembly line in some grey factory somewhere.

The wax also arrived swiftly, which is something I was moderately concerned about since I have been spoiled rotten by my Amazon Prime membership.

I opened my small package and found two tins of the stuff.

a tin of the stuff!

Now, I don’t know what it is, or why it is, but I frackin love shit that comes in tins. Even tiny ones like this! I buy all my pipe tobacco in tins solely because of the tins and tins tins tins tins tins tins tins. Tins.

I purchased two ummm… containers of it, both “Dark” and “Wacky Tacky”. The only way to distinguish between the two is a small sticker on the bottom:

Wacky Tacky

This picture is blurry because my camera sucks, but it says right there: “Tacky”.



When you open it up, it rather resembles shoe polish:

opened up


As you can deduce from this photo, I used the “thumbnail” method of wax application. This means that you run your thumbnail over it, piling up a bit of the wax on it, then take the wax and rub it between your fingers until it is soft enough to work into your moustache without ripping it out. We’re waxing the moustache, not waxing it.

Today I actually used a lighter and melted a bit of it, then applied. This seemed to work a bit better because, let me tell you, this stuff is some sho’ nuff wax, and if you don’t get it a bit soft before trying to apply it, it will make you cry like a guy getting his moustache waxed.

For my handlebar purposes, this stuff curled my moustache and made me look like a fireman better than any other wax I have tried yet. For my beard-tamer purposes, this stuff is just too stiff and hard to apply to my beard without taking a good twelve hours to do it properly, but that is more than ok because it is, after all, Firehouse Moustache Wax, not Firehouse Moustache Wax and Beard Tamer.

To be honest, I couldn’t tell a whole helluva lot of difference between the Dark and the Wacky Tacky. I think the Tacky is supposed to be stiffer, but they both seemed to be quite stiff in my experiments with them.

As far as odor goes, which is a big part of the facial hair wax experience, it has a pleasant odor of, well, wax. It doesn’t really smell like anything in particular other than some fine waxing wax. Maybe a hint of something manly like a campfire or something, but nothing overpowering.

All in all, if I were solely a moustache man, I would also solely be a Firehouse Moustache Wax man, and I will gladly purchase this product again when these tins run out… which should be around the year 2037 or so, providing the Mayans don’t murder us all first and whoever is making this stuff didn’t take his/her secret recipe to the grave with them.

No posts on the weekend, remember, so I’ll see you all back here Monday with, possibly, more Moustache Wax reviews (though I may have had my fill of typing “moustache” or “wax” by then).

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8 Responses to JFZ Savanna Mating Rituals & Moustache Wax Reviews Part 1: Firehouse Wax

  1. 1148BucksX2 says:

    The final touch to a beard of that description would be to braid cannon fuses here and there, and light them off just before battle (or Twirly Bird session).

    • Oh man, I love the mental picture of myself on the Bird at the JFZ with a flaming beard!!! If the JFZ doesn’t allow grunting or dropping weight, then i can only imagine their reaction to live incendiary devices! I would possibly need to start shopping around for another gym.

      • 1148BucksX2 says:

        Can’t drop weights? Hell, guess that means safe, proper deadlifting is out. A shame, since it’s arguably the best overall exercise we can perform, and pretty much the only thing I’ll do with any regularity involving a barbell.

        How quickly would you be shown to the door at the JFZ for the following……..

        –Bring your own music – use a boom box – and turn it up to inspiration levels and start working out. AC-DC’s “Thunderstruck” should do the trick.

        –While practicing the Olympic lifts drop a max load from overhead. This may do it right here.

        –Find a twenty-inch platform and perform box jumps. Try three sets of two minutes of max jumps. Bizarrely, this one irks the shit out of most gym management.

        –Take a pair of kettlebells out into the parking lot to do walking lunges. You may be accused of theft.

        –Bring several powerlifting buddies to do some super heavy deadlifts. Don’t forget to grunt, scream, and use chalk.

        –If the gym has support poles climb them. If not find something to climb; sling a rope over a beam or rafters, attach some climbing holds to the wall and use them. You may get stopped at the door coming in with a twenty-five foot coil of two-inch rope.

        –Workout with your shirt off. If you don’t get a reaction have your girlfriend or wife take hers off.

        –Walk on your hands, or do handstand push-ups or some other basic gymnastics stuff.

        –If you’ve gotten this far, this one is the clincher. Record your efforts by writing them on the wall.

        If you’re still a member in good standing after a week of all this, you do indeed belong to an awesome gym. If not, it may be time to either find yourself a new savannah, or clean out the garage.

  2. I was planning on posting this eventually, and I still might, but I thought you’d get a kick out of it as a reply to your awesome comment!

  3. 1148BucksX2 says:

    I’d dare say this man was training more productively on his own terms than he ever could have at this particular “Planet Fitness.”

    • No doubt. Also, there is no doubt that the JFZ is lame. But, it is the closest gym to my house and I need to go somewhere to fitness. The “work out at home” approach doesn’t work for me, as I am too easily distracted by movies and video games.

  4. 1148BucksX2 says:

    Holy living fuck. I just realized that the “Lunk Alarm” is apparently for real in these places, and not simply John Stewart being funny.

    Dood, you need a garage gym. Stat.

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