The current cultural moment attaches quite an ironic cachet to vibrissae of various styles, to the extent that self-consciously ridiculous moustaches adorn the faces (and tattooed fingers) of millions of men who even a few years ago wouldn't be caught dead with hair on their upper lips. Not so in Switzerland, however, where the pushbroom remains an entirely straightforward - even slightly earnest - option for young and old, one almost totally immune to the whims of fashion or irony and ultimately perhaps the staid Helvetian cousin of the freewheelingly continental Van Dyke.
Why do Swiss men wear moustaches so enthusiastically?
I have no idea.
