When I see this, and this I think, “One of these things is not like the other thing. At all. Nope.”
So how did this perfectly lovely little fish come to be associated with that hideous growth on Billy Ray Cyrus’ head? I mean, a DA does sort of look like a duck’s ass. A flat top? It’s flat! But the mullet? It resembles a fish not so much as some hirsuite, brain-sucking alien lifeform.
Why do I care? I honestly don’t know. I saw a prime specimine of mullet tonight in the supermarket parking lot, and such an enounter always inspires a number of questions starting with “Why??”
So, really, how did the mullet come to be a “mullet” as opposed to, say, the “head-humping raccoon”, or the “line dancer’s helmet”?
The origen of the word is quite possibly due to the fact that Lord Verici the Ugly of the Itallian dutchy Waratucoo was the first man to ever wear his hair in such a manner in 1907. Waratucoo was known for it’s fish, though not particularly the mullet. However it is rumored that he grew jealous of the fact that mullets (the fish) would not reside in his domain, and as such he hired a wizard to summon them to him. It worked, and because of this Lord Verici also earned the nickname “The Mullet Man” (as a sidenote, those who gave him the nickname were executed) and some folk may have confused his want for the fish with his peculiar hair style.
Hm dont know about all those accumulated mullet definitions, but an additional one is a starfish shape found in heraldry as well. Not that I can transfer the sheriif’s star shape into that funky hairstyle though. shrug
I can’t give you a cite, but this topic was being discussed last week on the radio station I listen to. Someone apparently had, through research, come up with a legend that the “mullet” haircut gets its name from a time in the past (I can’t remember when) when short haircuts were the norm for men, but certain working-class men grew the backsides of their hair longer to keep their necks warm while out fishing in the cold weather for hours.
In the 80’s when my friends and I all had hair down to our asses, we called the mullet a “please, mom”. As in “Please, mom, can’t I grow my hair long? I’ll only grow it the back, I promise”.