Zoomers are dressing like our moms with the belly jeans and that rapey step uncle with the dirty stache that kids were told to avoid when they were doing the mathathon or selling candy bars.
I mean, we had websites dedicated to making fun of mullets and these kids are sporting them unironically.
I seriously didn’t believe the mullet could make a comeback once it became associated with incest, rebel flags, and gritty trailer parks.
What do I know though? I’ve honestly never had any style at all. :p
I knew two people brave enough to rock a mullet. One was the dude I described above, the other was a terribly slow but incredibly sweet fella I worked with at a call center in my early 20s. He got picked on until he cut it. (Oddly enough my autocorrect corrected “picked on” to his last name which was eerie as shit because it isn’t a common name and I haven’t said it in years. Damn! How bizarre!). After he cut I’d sing to him, “gimme back my mullet! picka dernernt, bweeoo Put it back where it belong!”
Zoomers are dressing like our moms with the belly jeans and that rapey step uncle with the dirty stache that kids were told to avoid when they were doing the mathathon or selling candy bars.
I mean, we had websites dedicated to making fun of mullets and these kids are sporting them unironically.
I seriously didn’t believe the mullet could make a comeback once it became associated with incest, rebel flags, and gritty trailer parks.
What do I know though? I’ve honestly never had any style at all. :p
Dude I’m losing my fucking mind over the zoomer mustaches/mullets. When I was a kid, even boomers wouldn’t be caught dead with that style
I knew two people brave enough to rock a mullet. One was the dude I described above, the other was a terribly slow but incredibly sweet fella I worked with at a call center in my early 20s. He got picked on until he cut it. (Oddly enough my autocorrect corrected “picked on” to his last name which was eerie as shit because it isn’t a common name and I haven’t said it in years. Damn! How bizarre!). After he cut I’d sing to him, “gimme back my mullet! picka dernernt, bweeoo Put it back where it belong!”
Haha