I’ve ripped on bangs before. It’s totally not the hairstyle’s fault, nor is it the fault of those who currently sport the style. In fact, when I went on that tangent last August regarding the age old question of why French girls look cool and we Americans turn out looking like Matilda, the comments section filled with pictures of you in enough well-executed forehead fringe to sway me otherwise. And then Vogue went and published this slideshow.
The problem is that I like Texas-blow-dry hair. BIG. Away from my face. Think @ConnieBritton or Whitney’s mom from Southern Charm. The higher, the holier. (Shut up, Leandra.) Another issue is that I’ve already had bangs twice before. Once between the ages of 2 – 10 (…) and again at age 20, post-break up when I declared myself a new woman.
And in retrospect, it wasn’t a good look.
But I’d do it differently now. I’d wear them messy and piece-y, like I woke up and sort of forgot I had fringe in the first place. I’d muss them with my knuckles — a self-noogie, if you will. Maybe I’ll even learn to tease the hair on the crown of my head a bit so I look something like a cross between a stoner and a Fellini heroine, you know?
If you forget what my naked forehead looks like, click here, and then if you don’t mind, come back and tell me: should I get bangs?
— Amelia Diamond