She bangs! She bangs!

I got my hair cut and colored today. The coloring part went phenomenally well. As my new hair boy was cutting my hair he said, "When was the last time you had bangs?" Uhhhh? Bangs? That was so circa 1994. I asked if he was making a recommendation and he said he thought it might be just what I needed. Might frame my face well. Might really bring out my eyes. Well, my eyes ARE my best feature so what was a girl to do? He said that he was doing an intense bang study and would continue to ponder. He whipped scissors and sheers out of his gun-belt-esque accessory. He cut, snipped, thinned, and (apparently) pondered. He asked just HOW long ago it had been and I told him I had bangs in high school and I think that was the last time. He made his plea and before I could fully commit to his suggestion my back was turned to the mirror and scissors darted to and fro in front of my eyes. I couldn't see what he was doing, but I could see all the hair resting on the twins. When he was done, he slowly turned me around and...gulp. I look like a 12 year old girl.

So, yeah. Bangs. I am hoping that when I do my hair in the morning I can pull something off that makes me a little more ok with them. In the meantime, I was watching the grammy's tonight (sort of) and THIS commercial came on. Coincidence? I think not! Good times. You know I can't go to the gym looking like this. I can't work out and sweat with bangs. All hair must be pulled back and away from my face. This just won't do. I guess I can't go to the gym. Ah. Drats. She bangs, but more like William Hung than Ricky Martin.