I have had bangs of all sorts for years, but this is the first time that they have really started to take on a life of their own. I don’t know if the cowlick is getting worse (can that happen?) or if my bangs are just bastards who get joy out of other people’s misery. Either way, I am having some serious Full House hair (not even John Stamos hair–I would take that at this point–I am talking about DJ). Not even the flat iron can tame them.
Any one else have a love/hate relationship with bangs? I cannot imagine myself without them! They are like french fries–you know they may be bad for you but you keep coming back for more!