It sounds like a slogan from a teen abstinence program.
Rather, it’s a question I ask myself every time I get my hair cut.
Throughout my life, I’ve had some type of bangs.
At times, I’ve looked like Mo from The Three Stooges.
Other times, I’ve looked like Olivia Newton-John’s perky virginal character Sandy, in the movie Grease.
Banging takes on a whole different meaning when you’re pushing 50 years-of-age.
I like to think of choosing not to bang, as maturing with confidence by channeling my inner Blythe Danner.
My mother would describe it as exposing my alien forehead.
My not to bang streak came to a screeching halt last week when Today Show newscaster, Natalie Morales unveiled her new do complete with a set of full-on bangs.
She looked adorable. I thought, I want to look like that!
As an update to A Weighty Challenge, I lost three pounds last week.
I’m feeling a little feisty because in my mind, I’m starting to see my collar-bone again.
So feisty, I want to bang.
Only I can’t wait. I want that youthful gratification now.
So, I decided to bang myself.
With a twist, and a clip of the shears, I closed my eyes only to open them to Alf – the Sci Fi puppet from the 80’s television show of the same name – staring back at me in the mirror.
My husband is excited because if I can bang myself, it will save him thousands of dollars at the salon.
I on the other hand, am not too proud to admit that banging is better left to the professionals.
© 2012 Terri Spilman