Try to include a link to a photo.
My contribution: Muttonchops.
Here’s a link that actually works.
Even worse <shudder> http://singincall.com/images/stills02.gif
VCNJ~
Egads! That’s alomst as bad as a mullet.
We’re not going sequentially, right? 'Cause I want to jump all the way to Mall Hair and get it over with.
There sure was a mighty fine set of sideburns on General Ambrose Burnside, that’s fer sure.
Even worse than mall hair (of the “bird’s nest” variety linked to above), in my book, is “mall bangs”, where the bangs are teased almost straight up into some sort of angry, Klingon-esque, rhino-like appendage.
Linky no worky.
I was never hug fan of the bowl cut.
Ah, you mean these ? My sister had those when she was about 13, and I always loathed them. I never knew they had a name other than “hideous”.
Maybe it was/is just a local thing (Hello girls from Revere! I blame you for the ozone depletion), but there was/is a style of bangs that is – well, scary. The bangs jut straight out from the forehead, then curve downward about 3-4 inches from the eyes. It’s like the girl is wearing a rake on her head. It’s like a rain canopy. It’s like an eagle’s talon. And I understand that approximately 3487234 gallons of hairspray are needed to keep it that way.
In fact, a little googling has turned up the term “Revere bangs”, but I couldn’t find any good photos.
I KNOW those bangs of which you speak (no, I never had them, though I did sport “mall bangs” when I was about 10 or so). And I think they are regional - I’m from NH originally, and lived in Boston for about 6 years, and saw them frequently. While I’ve seen some leftover “big hair” since moving to MO, I’ve not once seen Revere Bangs.
Nothing can top… The Mighty Rat Tail
What do I win?
We can’t forget the beehive hair of the '50’s!
The link seems to work if you specify the port, like so:
There’s always the Samurai Do as well as the Afro.
Free tickets to a Hall and Oates concert? Or perhaps you’d like a small pile of bat dung? Myself, I’d rather get the bat dung.
Gotta love the Golden Pompadour.
Surprisingly (?), I’d take the tickets. 
What. The fuck. Was that?
And…was that little gold ropey thing supposed to make me think of an erect penis? 'Cause it did.
Bleah, there’s no such thing as a “small” pile of bat dung. Not the ones that…er…dung…on my car, anyway.
But I would take several of them, served on my best plates, before I would take H&Os tickets. That is Just Fundamentally Wrong!
Bleah.
And WTF? That Golden Pompadour thing is scary! It looks like a bleached poodle is trying to eat his brain!
Cheers,
G
I’m dating myself, but what about these?