So. I decided that the problem with my bangs is that they were in-between.

They were too short to be side-swept, but too long to be actual bangs. So I did something totally out of character (read: impulsive), and I cut them myself. And now I have bangs. Like real bangs. They’re not blunt or anything, just sort of wispy, but they do go all the way across instead of side-sweeping.

I really like them. And I’m super proud of myself for cutting my own bangs, which is something I’ve been wanting to do for years.

But I’m too self conscious and scared of anon honesty to post a picture yet.

Just imagine that they look super awesome cool. Also imagine that I’m really skinny and super hot, because why not? YOU’RE ALREADY IMAGINING THE BANGS.

I’m waiting at the salon for a haircut, and a woman just came in with her tween daughter, who is sporting a really unfortunate pink dye job.

“This is what happens when she spends the night with *friends*,” the obviously bitchy and pissed off mom told the stylist.

The tween — wearing sparkly neon pink Chucks — is pouty and clearly not happy about the fact that her mother is forcing her to dye her punk rock hairdo back to her normal, conformist color.

Man, I am so glad I’m an adult. Sometimes I forget how much being a kid sucked. Then I see something like this, and I remember. Can you imagine someone telling you that you can’t wear your hair the way you want just because they don’t like it?

And furthermore, remember when you had to raise your hand and ask permission to pee?