Mama needs a Haircut. She needs them ALL cut.

I won't lie. I like my shiny hair.
(Favorite Sex and the City quote: "Do you think my hair's too shiny today?")

But when it loses its luminescence...I know it's time for a haircut.
Wah wah.

I tend to dread haircuts the way I used to dread the gym:
Knowing full well that it's GOOD for me and will make me HAPPIER after the fact,
but resenting the inconvenient hours, the expense, and the feeling of hopeless un-coolness that comes with being amongst the better-looking people I encounter when I go.

It also brings about an existential crisis that's totally unmerited by something as transient as the length and shape of my hair. Sometimes I delay a very necessary haircut simply because I can't decide WHAT TO DO with myself.

-Do I take the plunge and bob it?
-Do I keep the bangs?
-Will another go at layers make me look like Jennifer Aniston circa 1996 or, worse, a suburban soccer mom?
-Did I really love my last stylist enough to go back?
-Should I trust the devil I know?

Choppy above-the-eyebrow bangs? (Got them twice in 2008 but remain unconvinced)


Blunt-cut bangs? (Actually, I'm pretty sure we can just rule this one out...)


Side-swept bangs that fall just below my eyes? (My mother HATES this.)


Short(er) with Bangs vs. Short(er) withOUT Bangs?


Long(er) with Bangs vs. Long(er) withOUT Bangs?
(Note: These probably look identical to the untrained eye, but I lived through it and trust me, they aren't the same)


Help me decide! I will also take Manhattan salon recommendations.

As I mull over this crisis, I will be comforted by dinner in an hour with TAG and SITC!
Cxx.