I’m trying to grow my bangs out, mostly because it infuses every moment of life with great purpose, like even if you’re just sitting there, you are actually quite busy growing out your bangs. But also because my special fella, for some reason,  likes the idea of me NOT having toddler hair, and perhaps having Woman hair.  And so I am trying, very patiently, one sixtieth of an inch a day, to grow them, but mostly all I’m growing is the wrath of having hair in your face all the time. IT AIN’T CUTE. There better be glamour on the other side of this, or at least a forehead.