I have never in my life wanted a mullet as badly as I did yesterday afternoon.
El Hub and I had a few minutes to kill before the start of a movie we went to see, Tell No One (two words — SEE IT!), so I cruised into a beauty store across the street from the theater.
The store’s inventory looked pretty standard at first, but then I spotted these:
- Sparkling Mullet Body Wash/Car Wash, $12, (“Strong enough to clean the car, yet gentle on the nards”)
- Vibrant Mullet Shampoo, $8 (“For a healthy, shiny mullet… new muscle car scent!”)
They’re part of the … uh … Mullet line by Blue Q.
While I’d wager that one would not technically require a mullet to be able to use these “beauty” products, I imagine they would be *that* much cooler if one did. 🙂
Can’t get enough mullet? Earn your B.S. in mullet-ology at Mullets Galore, a site dedicated to the art of mullet classification in both urban and country settings. You’ll find plenty of mullet pictures to inspire your next trip to the salon.
Mullet line distributor Blue Q sells a wide range of bizarre bath and body products (along with magnets, car air fresheners and t-shirts) with fun, cheeky names and packaging.
I’d like to try the Cute as Hell line. Check out the artwork on the packaging. It’s very Nightmare Before Christmas.
If you or someone you love wears a Mullet … check Blue Q’s store locator, or shop online, lol!
And don’t walk, but run to see Tell No One. It’s my favorite movie of the year so far. Despite the fact that it’s subtitled (it’s French), it was fantastic — the most exhilarating, thrilling mystery with lots of plot twists and turns. I loved the soundtrack, too, with music from Jeff Buckley and U2.
The movie begins with a terrifying bang! — the first 15 minutes were probably the most scared I’ve been while watching a film in a long time — and the story keeps you guessing from beginning to end. I’ve had a run in recently with several cheese-tacular flicks (uh, Step Up 2), and this movie totally restored my faith in the power of good storytelling.
Have a great day today. I’m about to run across the street for a Starbucks latte. Who’s coming with?
Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,