That’s right. At this very moment, Billy Ray “Achy Breaky” Cyrus is playing a doctor on some piece of shit hospital show on the PAX network. This is wrong on so many levels.
First and most important, BRC has a mullet and a southern accent. Now, I can accept that many fine doctors have practiced in the south and many of them have southern accents. But none of them (at least none of the doctors I’ve seen) have mullets. Mullets are a sign of a, well, lower class of southerner. Doctors on television dress conservatively and wear short, conservative hair. They don’t wear mullets.
Second, BRC can’t act. I spent about ten minutes listening to this “drama” from the kitchen, and crappy writing aside, his line readings are so wooden, you can make furniture out of them.
Finally, well, hell, there is no finally, except whoever told 'ol Billy Ray he could act needs to be taken out back, shot at dawn, then have his corpse left in the desert to be picked apart by vultures. And Billy Ray himself ought to go back to the garage whence he came, and where he would be of better service to humanity.
What the hell is a mullet? I’m a born and bred southerner, and I have never heard of a mullet, other than the type that swims. Have been to quite a few good MDs with accents, however. (“Accents” to you. “Talkin’ normal” to me.)
And yes, I know how to use google. I just wanted to stop in to put in my vote for legislation to prevent country music stars from crossing over into “acting.” Have you ever seen Randy Travis in action? Not a pretty sight.
But worst of all are the Alltel commercials with Faith Hill. I think the evil mind games she plays with her Daddy are downright sick. (“Hey Raul. Pull over a minute. I want to fuck with Daddy’s head. The old bastard’s got Alzheimer’s. I bet I can make him cry about me not coming home for his birthday, and then we can pull up 2 minutes later and the old coot won’t even remember I called.” … “Hello, Daddy. I’m sorry I won’t be able to make it home for your birthday…”)
I did a double-take when I saw the thread title. Just this morning on the way to work I was listening to “I’ve got an ape drape” by The Vandals (from their album “Hitler Bad, Vandals Good”). That song always makes me laugh.
Strange. Just yesterday I was listening to WSC (Charleston, SC) online, and they were talking about proposed names for a new pro (basketball?) team locally, one of which was the Raging Mullets.
I’ve been quietly chuckling to myself about mullets for a few weeks now, ever since a certain totally cool person turned me onto Mullets Galore. One reason it makes me chuckle is because I had a mullet for about four years. Then, just now, I started thinking about why I had a mullet.
It was not by choice.
I wanted long hair, but as it started to grow just a little bit long–too short for a pony tail, the management at my first-ever job informed me that I either had to cut my hair or wear a completely foolish-looking hair-net. There was one way out: I could sport a mullet.
So, I went out and got a “bi-level,” as they were known to me back in those days, and played around with spiking my hair and generally looking like a dork. Eventually, it became a rager. But that’s the thing: if you want long hair and you go half-assed, you can’t go back. Eventually, I had to start completely over.
I wonder. How many mullets are the result of ordinary burnouts being intimidated by the food service industry? Maybe I should contact my Representative…
Mullet + lab coat + safety glasses + gold chains + an erlenmeyer flask = a strong contender for inclusion in Mullets Galore. But even if I could finagle a photo, I can’t help but feel that it would just be wrong to send in a photo of a co-worker.
It’s just a really really great mullet. Mulletude = 10, for sure.
Hadn’t heard the term ‘mullet’ until a couple of years ago. We always called it a “schlong,” with the proper derision (as in short and long hair). And did the word “hesher” (for a butt-rocker) come from “hessian”, or was the latter term a later, fancified version of the former? When I got to college, friends used the term Hessian and I thought it was hilarious.
I never really thought of it until the Final Sacrifice episode of MST3K. ROWSDOWER! Now THAT’s a mullet. Or Hockey Hair, as Mike and the 'Bots dubbed it. My sister had one in kindergarten. She looked cute, though. She was little, after all.
After 7 years working in a hospital, I can attest to the fact that, while many M.D.'s are quite dapper, there is not a fashion faux pas that can not be found somewhere among the doctors in a large enough hospital.
Here in Southeastern Michigan, we have a doctor who does not have a southern accent, but does, in fact, have a mullet.
Name anything else unattractive, and I could probably find at least one physician who wears it.
While, it seems most have wives who send them off fairly well dressed, and some others even seem capable of doing it themselves, we must remember that most M.D.'s are still male and seem to have the male ability to think they look good regardless of the truth.
I’m male, and am happy to have a wife who keeps me from embarrasing myself.
