Hairy Situation

Hair. Most of us have it. For a while. And 80% of those that have it, tend to change it occasionally, be it color, length, style, etc. I too have hair, and fall into that 80%... I also fall into the 100% of Americans that are impatient and think they can do things themselves. This combination resulted in a butchered 'swoopy bang' trim attempt made by yours truly and an emergency hair appointment at my salon, to which my hair stylist actually laughed. Now I am the proud owner of blunt bangs.

I attempted this look a year ago, voluntarilly, but it's just something about being FORCED into a hairstyle, I'm pretty sure you're supposed to hate it. Now, I'm not quite to hate, I'm tolerating it for now. It's the responses to this new due that is making me slip into hatred. Here are first reactions from prominent people in my life:

Mother: "Awww, precious!"

Husband: *places hands on my cheeks* "Punkin."

Aunt: "I didn't even recognize you - you've got this Mandy Moore thing going."

(Imaginary-ish) Looks from random strangers: "What a hoodlum."

... all things you want to hear as a grown woman. Right? Sigh.

I've noticed these really funny signs going around the web, and thought I'd construct my own, because a picture is worth more than this blog entry. THIS sums it up: