Bangs. They’re a very tricky hairstyle, to be sure. However, my stylist chopped me off some pretty ones that sweep very nicely to the side, add the illusion of volume without teasing and curling them within an inch of their life (can anyone guess the last decade in which I had bangs?), and aren’t all up in my eyeballs. The hidden downfall? By 4:00 pm my pretty bangs were greasy as Mickey-Ds thanks to my compulsive weirdo inability to stop touching them.