yesterday evening, i had the most ridiculous, serious conversation i have ever had in my life.
(adam, you will appreciate this).
for a good hour and a half last night, i worked with my promotions guy and his graphic designer on improving the mullet sign for durtbagz. yes, i said an hour and a half. 90 minutes of serious debate on the details of the mullets. it was ‘core.
we went back and forth on exactly how the curls should fall, how long they should be, the angle of the random curl coming off of the back, the length of the spikes on top, the angle of said spikes…and we were all business. as opposed to a mullet, which is only half business.
i will be the first to admit that i thought mullets were only for…how can i say this nicely? dumb people. anyone who thought they could fool others by having a hair style that depicted two different personalities just didn’t seem that smart to me. how could i take you for an office executive from the front, but instantly think you’re a party animal once we passed by? it just didn’t make sense. until i tried to create one.
no wonder most people with mullets don’t give much thought to their wardrobe. there’s not much brain power left over after having to create the genius that is a mullet. it’s hard enough to figure out where the business will end and the party will begin. how can we expect them to remember sleeves?
also, after going through this, i know understand why their entertainment is so cheap. it has to take a lot of products (plural) to create and upkeep this hair-don’t. and since they advertise being 50% party, they must live up to that standard and it gets pretty expensive to put away a couple-three 40’s of mickeys each night, can i get a what-what?
hair + beer = state fair, nascaar, and wal-mart as options of entertainment. period. and it’s not their fault, there are just simply no other viable options. except golden corral. but that’s it.
if you commit to the mullet, you are making a rather significant financial sacrifice. i mean, you can only bartend so many shifts a week at the local airport to keep up with maintenance and lifestyle and responsibility of being able to claim yourself as a ‘mullet‘.
now, i need to know where you’ve seen your best mullets. mine was in breckenridge, when i was working in the ski shop and it was spring break for the state of texas. it was buzzed on top and down to about mid-back. the best part was, it was frozen. solid.
let’s hear yours; bring it.