der vokuhila*

anyone who knows p's family probably knows that they harbor a bit of a, erm, fascination with all things mullet. (and sorry, but if you didn't know that, then i say you don't really know them.) members of the family maintain a high level of mullet vigilance during communal outings. when one is spotted, the rest of the family is subtly (and often not so subtly) alerted, and a curious mixture of evaluation, mockery, and appreciation (again, often not so subtle) follows. there has at times been a fervent devotion to the website mulletsgalore.com.

surely, part of the appeal is that people have largely realized that mullets are actually completely ridiculous, so you just don't see them much anymore, and that makes it weirdly exciting when you do.

everything is different in germany.mullets are EVERYWHERE. this fine specimen was documented last weekend at the bonn christmas market. but there has simply been no end to the number of times p and i have been out and seen incredible mullets and either not had our camera with us or been too slow on the draw. kids have them. punkish young lads have them. just friday we saw a fantastic femmullet while going through the security line at the airport. i think the most jaw-dropping (and offensive) one was a super aggressive early 20-ish looking guy last summer whose t-shirt featured a silhouette of a woman next to the text (in english) "i only sleep with the best".

this post is the first in a series.

*that's "the mullet" in german: it stands for vorne kurz, hinten lang, which itself literally means "front short, back long". mostly i feel like the german language and i don't get along too well, except for times like this, when i love it.