On The Subject of Mullets

A brief word now, if I may, on mullets. They are alarming. They are here. They are there. They are everywhere. One may laugh, looking back through the family photo album or the comedic 70's teen flick -- but when you're confronted by a Ziggy Stardust knock-off in jeans and a coat first thing upon leaving the safety of your home in the morning, something very basic in the "instincts" department starts screaming. Granted, I was warned before I came, so I shouldn't make too much of a fuss, but still -- it's a mullet.

And yet, something has to be said for a culture in which 12 year old boys can get away with the sporting of such a hairstyle. If pre-pubescent males can learn to accept -- and even, dare I say it, revere -- this sort of thing in Spain, then I have hope that man's inhumanity to man may be curable after all.