Mine looks something like this:
I am somewhat embarrassed to admit I already knew what a merkin was. I learned it as a teenager reading John Varley’s “The Barbie Murders.”
Things like this make me glad I’m a provincial who is isolated from the hip, urban fashions. Come to think of it, the rest of you should be glad as well.
Somethings, you just don’t want to see.
[Oh, h/t Instapundit]
5 thoughts on “What’s Your Merkin?”
We are all Merkins. Merkins live in Merka.
Yeah, my wife keeps telling me everyone, male and female, in Hollywood is using “hair extensions.”
Where I come from, ‘hair extension’ means just skipping a haircut for an extra few weeks…
Just looked up ‘merkin’. Eeww.
That isn’t the giant squid that washed up in Tasmania a few years back?
Filed under “Things I know, but didn’t really want to know.”
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