i don’t wanna work, i just wanna freak out about bangs all day.
Oh, yes.
It’s that time again.
That special time when Meg loses all perspective on what’s important in life and freefalls into hair neuroses.
When Meg writes a whole blog entry about getting her locks cut when really, someone should be locking her up and throwing away her blog until she actually just lets someone take scissors to her head.
Here’s the thing, though.
I’m excited to get it cut this time.
Not because I always have great stylist experiences (oh, heck no) and not because my hair is awesome (it’s just hair) and not because I really think any haircut is going to turn me into WHOA CHECK OUT THAT GIRL.
No, I’m excited that I am stepping further into happy territory I covered last time: the cutting of bangs.
Now, I had bangs pretty much the entirety of my growing-up years, partly because my forehead is the size of the Berlin Wall, and partly because, well… my mom cut my hair like that.
When I grew them out in my teens, it was all exciting and stuff. Hair autonomy!
Since then, I’ve had pretty much any hairstyle you can think of — from bobs to layered shags to pixie-short to anything in-between — many of which were terrifying.
Finally, I settled on keeping it long, with longer layers and no true bangs. This seemed “Meg”. For years.
Then, around Septemberish, on a whim, I got long, choppy bangs. And it was somehow MORE “Meg”:
(Why so stern? Where is my upper lip? Or neck, for that matter?)
I’ve actually been happy with this look! WHAT?! I know. Weird. But now they’ve grown out.
So I’m taking it further, to this. (Except not blonde… just my normal espresso-y hair.)
Fun?
I think it will be good.
But all of a sudden, I’m worried that more bang-ish bangs will make me look boring or pedestrian. Or that they’ll get cut too short. Or that the rest of my hair will get cut too short.
Someone told me bangs are chic, but not sexy. Stylish, but a bit more “particular.”
Hmm. Uh. Well. Is that bad?
I think this will be my last entry on this because really, hello, be quiet.
But if you want to leave a comment saying I THINK BANGS ARE WICKED CRAZY MAD HOT, well… feel free. Even if you just mean on Reese.
January 14th, 2008 at 6:53 am
It’s really not about the bangs anymore… it’s about the fact that you’re worried about them at quarter to one on a Sunday!
I say go for the gold man - bangs all the way!
January 14th, 2008 at 10:11 am
I say go for it. I think the cut (with the cute bangs) will look awesome on you.
January 14th, 2008 at 3:22 pm
i love reese but i think your hair looks a lot thicker than hers.
January 14th, 2008 at 3:27 pm
Oh, Barbie, bless your heart. It’s totally not. It’s super fine and VERY chill. But I love you for that comment (if not many more things.)
January 14th, 2008 at 3:40 pm
Bangs are totally hot… on the right people.
Some people *cannot* rock the bangs.
You can.
January 14th, 2008 at 5:02 pm
I got bangs for the first time, and I have started to love them. People tell me I look good, and sexy…so yearh…
January 14th, 2008 at 5:35 pm
YOU.SHOULD.ROCK.THE.BANGS.
that is all.
January 14th, 2008 at 6:27 pm
If I didn’t have an evil cowlick in the middle of my forehead that causes short-ish bangs to part and feather (part and feather!), I’d LOVE to get that haircut! I think it will look great on you!
January 14th, 2008 at 10:54 pm
my oh my! u were quite the cutie!!
January 14th, 2008 at 11:31 pm
First time posting on your blog, but I’ve been reading for a while…hello! :) But I love the bangs and they will look awesome on you. Go for it!!
January 15th, 2008 at 10:02 pm
As difficult as they are to maintain on MY head, I love! bangs, and will always, and I think those particular bangs will look lovely on you (and Reese).
January 16th, 2008 at 4:24 pm
That’s hot
January 17th, 2008 at 8:33 am
Bangs are so hot! Except when there’s serious wind and they morph into wings! Then it’s no good, but once you get back inside they regain their fabulousness!