The following is an excerpt from “An Open Letter to Jennifer Lawrence’s Head,” now on The Style Con.
It started slowly, a snip here, a snip there. Beachy blonde waves crept northward into pseudo-bob territory, gradually, insidiously, sneakily acclimating you to change. “Nothing to see here, people,” it said. “Move along.” And so we did, without question or criticism, distrust or suspicion. Until all of a sudden — BAM! — it’s all Rosemary’s goddamn Baby in this piece!
Jennifer Lawrence, what did you do?!