I do not mind telling you, there is some exquisitely bad hair in my new, more rural, setting. People take their mullets deathly serious in the Inland NW. They hold contests and everything. Maybe not, but I will buy tickets to see one. As a recovering Urban dweller, I have only seen such spectacles on the Jerry Springer show, not in their natural habitat.
Also, as someone who does not attend motorized sporting events of any kind, I am at a severe disadvantage when it comes to comprehending this follicle fashion faux pas that time neglected to forget. Fortunately, for better or worse, I am a public transit rider. This gives me a birds eye view of what is currently nesting in the largest, most voluminous hairdos about town.
This intrepid yellow photojournalist desires to document his retrosexual She- Mullet findings, and present them here to mock in guiltless glee. After all, they made their hair helmet, now they must lay in them.
Why only SheMullets? No way Vern am I snapping pictures of dudes on a bus. That is a sure way to land yourself in the ER.
Fortunately for me, fully licensed mullet hunters already exist in my area. Maybe I should leave this to the professionals. Thank Billy Ray Cyrus! I can continue to keep a safe distance from this:
Lets do the time warp again.
Oh gosh - I had thought tales of those hairdos were just urban myths…
My best friend’s new mother-in-law has the craziest mullet I’ve ever seen; it’s gross.
I really like your masthead.
LMAO!
I have a few mullet stories from my days in central Illinois. Scary and true.