I have never been a trend follower, or setter in any sense to the word.  When I was a elementary kid, my Dad would give me a flat top cut every couple of weeks.  None of that hippie-dope-freak-pinko-commie-fag long hair for me.

“But Dad…..”

“If you classmates spread dog shit on their heads, would you want to do that to?”

Have always hated that argument.

But that did hold me in good stead when the great mullet craze of the 70’s came around…

Seemed like everyone was getting a mullet….guys..

gals….

And sweetie, you had best believe I wouldn’t even TRY to afford you…shudders…..

And even families got into the madness…

Now that be some big hair….Reminds me of the time I was sitting at a stop light in Westland, Michigan.  Across from me were two girls sitting in a Ford Ranger pickup truck.  Their hair was touching in the middle of the cab.  That was some serious big hair, let me tell you.

I think that kid mullets scare me the most….

Until you get to these kind of guys…..

So very glad that I never got into this kind of follicular torture….