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SEX AND SEXABILITY
On the Delicious Fierceness of Mullets and Why a Comeback is in Short Order
The Brief Odyssey of ‘Mi Mullet Y Yo’
I “pulled a Britney,” if you’ll forgive the term.
I once shaved my head to raise money for the Susan G. Komen 3-Day. The “race” is a 60-mile walk to end breast cancer, and it includes camping, remembrance, and boob-themed revelry. It was moving as fuck to talk with survivors, women (and men) fighting breast cancer, and loved ones who walked in solidarity.
But fundraising for these things takes a village — and a gimmick.
I’ll never regret my pledge to shave my head. It helped me reach the required $2000 contribution (as of 2008; it’s now $2300). It’s something I did intentionally and without the horrors or helpless feelings that often accompany a woman’s chemotherapy. And I stand behind the organizations that support breast cancer research — even though “pinkwashing” is real, and the financial models are imperfect.
To help was empowering. But now I looked like “Big Trouble in Little China”-era Kurt Russel.
There was once a poster in Joe’s college bedroom. A food advertisement. He’d stolen it from a convenience…
