Dude!?! The Mullet went out of style on Dec. 31, 1989!!

I have to ask . . .
Was this Hair Cuttery in Dundalk by any chance?
:wink:

DUMB QUESTION!

Is…is it still a mullet if the person in question always has it harnessed back in a little ponytail?

Yep, that’s a “pony-mullet.”

–pinky

Move to Alabama. Mullets are still “the rage” here, mostly among guys in their late-thirties, early forties, who are still clinging to their high school former glory.

They looked asinine then, and they look asinine now. I talked one of my favorite tile-setters into getting his cut off, and he looks sooooo much better now. He’s cute, anyway, and the mullet was just making him look like an 80’s reject.

My kids had them (the boys) when they were little, and still very popular, but I got rid of them as soon as I got them away from “stuck in 1984” Mr.Silky and had them cut off.

They were grateful.

Now all they want is their hair bleached white-blond and every short, almost like a butch-cut. I call it the “Rick Flair look”. Eh, let them have a little fun with this style until I get fed up and say, Hey, let’s go do another style, kids! Preferably something in between Twisted Sister and Stone Cold Steve Austin.

That might work. Maybe.

Another Alabamian sounding off to say that the mullet is alive and well, and hiding out in this state. Like a deposed dictator laying low in a patron nation, waiting for his chance to return to power.

As long as there are roofers, there will always be mullets.

widdershins (Recovering former mullet-wearer. Hey, it was high school, alright!)

Until there’s a complete ban on Thalidomide, we’re going to see the occassional appearance of a mulletard. If you don’t like 'em… fine, just stay the hell away from WalMart and NASCAR events.

Federal Hill. And you’ld think people would be a wee little bit hip right smack dab in the city. ;j (if you squint he looks like he could be wearing a mullet)

In Alabama? Riiiight.

We’re talking beer coolers, Dale Earnhardt, PBR, and Talladega. Mullets will always reign.

And don’t forget the wife-beater shirts and flipflops. That’s the total ensemble.

(gag)