I’m going to be forthright here and admit that the reason I got bangs in my second year of college was that I thought Anne Hathaway looked super hot in The Devil Wears Prada. And you know what? She did and she still does, so I’m not going to apologize for my rationale. I printed out a picture of her and brought it into the salon, and emerged with half my face smothered in thick, blunt bangs. I loved it. As time went on, it became more of a Love-Hate relationship, often veering into this territory.
But the time has come, I finally realized, to change my look. To be able to do a middle part again! After almost making this momentous decision several times in the last year, I realized I had to get real. I put a lot of thought and agonized rationalizing into things like deciding whether to get a falafal sandwich or maybe I should stick with my favorite Philly Cheezsteak (Evil Liz in my head whispers, “That one is cheaper but this one has more calories, Liz, and you DID eat a little too much hummus for lunch but also what if you got hit by a bus tomorrow, enjoy the Cheezsteak, for goodness sake but on the other hand SHUT UP VOICE”) and that’s just me trying to decide LUNCH, so you can only imagine the back-and-forth debates in my head about something that is on my actual HEAD. For a LONG TIME. Or at least a few years.
But I’ve made a decision and there’s no turning back once I do that! So that down there is what my hair looks like right now, without any attempt to make it look better. That’s right, I look like Jonathan Taylor Thomas’s big sister, only I’m not pulling off the 90’s Flop as well as he did.
See the floppy-banged resemblance? But growing out bangs doesn’t have to be totally embarrassing! Stay tuned for PART DEUX, where I share some of my tips ‘n tricks to pass the time mostly-fashionably until those bangs are sleeping with the fishes.