Tuesday, August 07, 2007

My Achy Breaky Heart

I was at a leadership conference over the weekend. It was small and intimate and almost everyone knew one another. One of the guys up on stage was recalling a time back in the late eighties or early nineties when someone from the crowd interrupted and yelled out, “and you probably had hair, too!” since the guy on stage is what you’d call follically challenged.

“Actually, I had a mullet”

Uproarious laughter. Mullet. Why? Why did we all accept this as an ok form of hairstyle. Not just ok, but cool? Whose idea was it to even start this trend? The guy onstage followed with, “ok, let’s be honest. Who else out there had a mullet? Come on, fess up.” People giggled as a few guys boldly raised their hands in remembrance of the Billy Ray era. And then a few of us noticed him. The guy in the front row. With. The. Mullet.

Oh yes he did. And he looked like he was fresh from the salon with a tight little perm going on. Darn it, I forgot to look and see if he remembered to peg his jeans.


Judy said...

Ouch - poor front-row guy!

Not a fan of the mullet. There's a reason people dedicate entire websites to degrading them.

Andrea said...

HA HA HA HA HA HA!! I so needed a good laugh. Sounds like good times! You should see some the locals here and the hair cuts they get. There are the occasional mullet and Elvis do. Both of which are quite entertaining to see on Japanese men. LOL!