On Monday, I posted a picture of the most beautiful mullet ever. I wasn’t *totally* mocking it. I mean, the guy sporting it was a great guy – absolutely hilarious – and I was duly warned that hairstyles in Argentina were…interesting. But then I remembered that I’ve been subject to some questionable coiffures, myself. Granted, I was usually too young to have much of a say in the matter, but that’s not always an excuse.
So, without further ado, I give you my top 3 worst cuts/styles of the past 23 years:
3. The Crown Braid
God, this is horrendous. Despite what the picture looks like, my hair at this point was actually down to my butt. We had visited the Renaissance Faire over the summer and seen a woman braiding someone’s hair, similar in length to mine, into the shape of a crown. I convinced my mother that she had to learn how to do it, you know, so I could look super cool. She did. And I didn’t. Thank goodness we captured it on film.
2. The…Bowl Cut?
I guess that’s what this was called. I think another word for it, is just plain unfortunate. Also, it looks slightly like I may have tried to trim the bangs myself. It’s entirely possible – I’ve been known to dabble with the scissors. (And as an aside, I never remember my brother having a cut like this. Looks like Mom and Dad played favorites after all.)
1. My Very Own Mullet
Really, the angle on this couldn’t get any better. You get the mullet in its full glory. I keep looking at the photo and trying to rationalize, but I just can’t. Le sigh.
Looking back over these pictures, I can really only surmise that whenever my parents got mad at me, they took me to get a haircut (or did it themselves).
What else could you deem these, aside from punishment? I think I finally understand why I’m so particular about my stylist now – childhood trauma.