I want examples of the most outstanding, sterling examples of utter trashiness, and I beseech you, O Dopers, for them. I don’t simply want links to that website of people shopping at Wal-Mart; I need those fleeting, but mind-blowing moments that other rational people disbelieve when you try to tell them about it.
My entry:
I was still living in South MS, and with my mother visited a friend-of-a-friend at her trailer. On her wall, this woman had a large photograph of her young son. I invite you to envision this in your mind.
Her son, aged about eight, had a mullet. And I’m talking a serious fucking mullet. This was a mullet carefully cultivated since birth. Shaved on the sides, long ratty tail behind. The sort of haircut that only a certain kind of people can treasure.
In the photograph, the boy was wearing his karate gi and aiming a karate kick at the camera. His mother, not satisfied with this, saw fit to photoshop the American flag waving in the background.
Since that clearly wasn’t classy enough, she had also photoshopped a bald eagle perching on the boy’s arm, wings majestically spread.
I think I actually stopped in the doorway and gawked at this portrait. It was huge too, probably like 3 feet tall. This was her pride and joy. I exchanged a glance with my mother, who likewise was taken aback by this image but in a rare display of restraint, was trying bravely to ignore it.
I have seen some tasteless things in my day, but that portrait was so far over-the-top that had I not personally witnessed it, I would’ve thought it was some sort of clever parody of trashiness. But no; it was entirely sincere.
