Thank you Gawker for helping me trace the root of white trash love (and here I thought it was those first few years in Southern Jersey). No, it was the popularity of the rattail during my hormonal preteen years in a midwestern exurb.
Some of the other posters here are correct. Before breakdancers and hicks adopted the rattail, it was worn primarily by vaguely new wave teenagers in the early 80's and would occasionally make an appearance on a punk's head as well.
Hopefully it is the early group that the rattail revivers are referencing, but maybe it doesn't matter.
On one hand, the rattail is the most horrific, rapey, and rightly scorned coiffure choice since the merkin.
On the other hand, the commitment required to actually grow one added to the courage to actual show it in public hints at some inner well of personal strength.
This is a little gem I caught while being touristy in London: a single back-length dreadlock rattail. It was all I could do not to vom on this kid's back. And to think, he had a girlfriend too!
Andrew, if you're moving to Williamsburg you can single-handedly stop this trend with just a few well-placed snips. Go forth and perform this valuable public service, my friend. Cut and run.
@moodyonceamonth: I was a teenager in southern California in the early 80's, and that image (hipster new-wavish type rattail) matches more closely with my memories than "rednecks and unwashed losers." At one point a large percentage of the surf punk types had them. Maybe they were unwashed, I can't really say for certain.
@Miss Anita Manbadly: This would have been like '85 or '86. And rather than grow it out, I took the cheater's way out. I had long hair and got it butched, save for the magnificent rattail, which was kept braided at all times. The rattail/spiky do combo was only enhanced further by the blonde streak dyed above my right ear. So cool....I thought. Ah, memories.
@moodyonceamonth: Sounds about right. I got mine in 1987 - behind the trend, I know - mainly to keep up with the Wavers and the proto-Goths. But I refuse to admit what year I finally got rid of it.
Most fun was repeatedly explaining to a boomer neighbor that it had no symbolic significance whatsoever. I have no idea what he thought it was "code" for. Um - pissing off my mom?
New Wave boys (and some girls) in the late '80s had rattails. And they were gross and worthy of mockery back then too.
That photo gave me a horrifying flashback to braiding my semi-boyfriend's rattail and stringing it with colored beads at his request, bitching all the while about how badly I wished he would just cut it off.
I was wearing ripped fishnets with Doc Martens and a spandex minidress. *Shudder*
In the 80s, my redneck cousin had a rattail. My sister and I, visiting for 3 days, mocked him mercilessly the entire trip, and he finally cut it off the day after we left.
You're too bashful to discover the horrifying truth, Andrew.
The trend is actually rattail pubes: braids dandily tied and cunningly twisted in a fashion unseen since Blackbeard's facial hair ruled the seven seas. Hidden from an unsuspecting public until, like the Jolly Roger was hoisted high in days of yore, you're successful in bedding one of them.
Their look is completed by adding burning incense sticks thrust through their urethra, but no matter how nicely they ask, do not offer to re-light them for him/her. It'll be too dark and you'll both be too drunk, so only calamity can result.
This makes perfect sense. Since the Billyburg types have been aping '70s style, it was inevitable that one would dig out The Preppy Handbook from 1980. Call it what you will, it's still a rerun.
This makes an interesting companion to the Anna Wintour piece of earlier today. Someone who seems to have shed her previous self (or selves) as definitively as possible, and someone who so lovingly curates his past that it seems he'd go back there permanently, if he could.
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Hopefully it is the early group that the rattail revivers are referencing, but maybe it doesn't matter.
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On one hand, the rattail is the most horrific, rapey, and rightly scorned coiffure choice since the merkin.
On the other hand, the commitment required to actually grow one added to the courage to actual show it in public hints at some inner well of personal strength.
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Most fun was repeatedly explaining to a boomer neighbor that it had no symbolic significance whatsoever. I have no idea what he thought it was "code" for. Um - pissing off my mom?
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That photo gave me a horrifying flashback to braiding my semi-boyfriend's rattail and stringing it with colored beads at his request, bitching all the while about how badly I wished he would just cut it off.
I was wearing ripped fishnets with Doc Martens and a spandex minidress. *Shudder*
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For the right price, we can go to Williamsburg.
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The trend is actually rattail pubes: braids dandily tied and cunningly twisted in a fashion unseen since Blackbeard's facial hair ruled the seven seas. Hidden from an unsuspecting public until, like the Jolly Roger was hoisted high in days of yore, you're successful in bedding one of them.
Their look is completed by adding burning incense sticks thrust through their urethra, but no matter how nicely they ask, do not offer to re-light them for him/her. It'll be too dark and you'll both be too drunk, so only calamity can result.
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