My Mom Is A Mullet Hunter

I got a post card from my mom last week. She was visiting Manhattan and doing all the requisite sightseeing. I definitely didn't inherit the sightseeing gene, because when I travel, the only sights I tend to check out are bars. By some standards, this would make me uncultured. But I'm at peace with that. I'd rather have a couple beers and chat with local strangers than stare at museum walls while being bumped into by visiting strangers.

But my mom is definitely someone who likes to get cultured when she travels. So you can imagine my pride when I got her postcard from the Guggenheim Museum: "Dear Julian: Lots of 'mullet sightings,' New Yorkers are a trip. The Gugg was great."

The front of the postcard is a picture of the Frank Lloyd Wright-designed museum, and on the back is a concise mullet scouting report from the streets of NYC. A picture perfect balance of sublime and riduculous; of sightseeing and people-watching; and of high and low culture.

It was nice (and hilarious) to see that these things can coexist on the same plane. Way keep the mullet dream alive, mom. The hunt never goes out of style.