I have been trying to grow my hair out for 10 years. It has never gotten past my shoulders. There are lots of reasons for this. I used to dye my hair black, and when I decided to quit, I had to chop it out. I got a Pat Benatar mullet (which was awesome, by the way) on a whim. Mostly I just get bored. I need a life change so instead of taking up a new hobby I get my hair cut. Probably cheaper in the long run.
After a “boy haircut” in November and a few trims, my hair is finally past my chin, and oh boy, is it driving me crazy. I was flipping through a magazine and saw this girl. It was like the heavens opened. I heard a choir sing.

Juanita Stein of the Howling Bells
Bangs! Bangs is the correct answer! Bangs will cure my existential ennui and fix everything, right?

If they worked for Audrey…

and Feist…

and Jane Birkin, then they can work for me, right?
And of course, no discussion of bangs would be complete without mentioning the world’s cutest bang-wearer over age 5, Zooey Deschanel.

My fear is that I will end up looking like Bruce Lee (again) and there will be much wailing and gnashing of teeth.
What say you?