The Ravages of Time My Little-Girl Bangs Hide

And the vanity that's keeping me from growing them out.

Le plus ça change… On the left, I’m about 5. On the right, in a photo taken in August of 2019, I’m approaching 54. In both photos, I’ve cut my own bangs. (I am, at this writing, a few weeks shy of 56.)

People give me a lot of credit for quitting hair dye and growing out my gray. They assign some kind of virtue to it, assuming it means I’m not at all vain…