What’s everyone got against the Achy-Breaky ‘Do, anyway? The aforementioned staffer, S.R. Sidarth, has started a whole new debate over the meaning of the mullet and whether he actually has one. See today’s Style section. I find Mr. Sidarth’s pelt quite alluring. Makes me want to reach out and pet him.

From Mullet Haiku, I quote:

Brown edged tank top sticks;
to my white clumpy armpits;
Somehow I get laid.

I mean, what other style lends itself to such poetic descriptions?

To wit: Nape Drape; the Beaver Paddle; the Missouri Compromise; the Spine Shingle; the STLB (short top, long bottom); the Tennessee Top Hat; Kentucky Waterfall; and of course, Business Out Front, Party Out Back.

Other women may love a man in a uniform, but give me a mullet-head just about any time.