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This is a story of how one of the worst days of my life ended up reaffirming my faith in strangers and in the human race in general.

As per usual, I shall post my deep cuts!!

wipe ur tears beautiful flower

I assume yourname@gawker.com or Jezebel.com?

I sell swimwear for a living, if you want to get at those low cut swimsuits and want to avoide slippage: allow me to introduce LENNY!!!

I learned so much about Sun City by watching this. I think alpaca my bags and head on out there for the weekend.

I went to my local MAC counter and told them. "I am looking for the perfect red lipstick. I want to look like a 1940s movie star." They handed me a retro Matte "Ruby Woo" and a cherry lip pencil. Darned if it isn't the perfect red lipstick. I also like Revlon's Very Cherry and their Wine lip stain product I

Oh my god imagine that but lasting for a month. My sister talked me into letting her put temporary "dreads" in my hair when I was 16. She had this wax that was for black hair (we're not black) that she used a super tiny bit to keep her flyaways down. She assured me that it would come out that night with shampoo, and

My favorite hair story: my mom's best friend's kid was about three. One day her mother enters a room to find her scissors in hand with her hair lying in heaps on the floor. She freaks out and asks her, "Honey, why did you cut all your hair off with those scissors?!" And she replies, "Because I didn't have a sword!"

My cousin just reminded me of this one.

In the early aughts, I tried to give myself blonde highlights over my bright red (dyed) hair. Most of my hair stayed bright red, but my slightly grown out roots took to the bleach. My roots were platinum and the rest was bright red. I was very skinny back then and slightly resembled Lumiere from Beauty and the Beast,

I went all Juliette Binoche after seeing the English Patient and cut my own hair. In a field. Very romantic. Anyway, like you I would cut off chunks that stuck out funny. I thought of it as hair sculpture. This went for most of 1996-2000 until I had to get a real job and needed a proper haircut. The hairdresser was

My mother decided that nothing would be prettier than a semi permanent bright red rinse in my ginger hair. So she walked in and squirted it on me WHILE I WAS IN THE SHOWER.

I don't buy it, Madeleine. Every "woman of a certain age" (which is what we are, now, sorry to tell you) had a bowl cut as a kid. Not worthy. Go make yourself ugly so we can have a different story.

When I was 10 I got a haircut that I didn't particularly care for. It was the mid-90s and it was some shoulder length, layered monstrosity. Because I was a bit of a lazy tomboy I never bothered to do anything proper with my hair, I'd go to bed with wet hair and in the morning, I'd wake up with the layers going in a

I don't have pictures, but when I was 15, my family went to our home country for my cousin's wedding. My aunt booked appointments for the cousins, aunts, etc. to get their hair done at a salon. So I went in with an idea of exactly what I wanted. I wanted something like this image (curled, pinned to the side), but with

sorry ive always been perfect

I was an awkward middle-schooler, and one day decided I wanted bangs so I could CURL them ( super big, lots of hairspray...this was the early 90's). Anyway, I knew I couldn't use scissors since I figured I would cut a crooked line. so I went with the electric buzzer thingy (I can't remember what those are called).