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For the first time since approximately 1990, Texas in Africa...

...has bangs.

Seriously. I don't know what to think. It's been eighteen years, and the bangs I had as a twelve-year-old look nothing like the ones Fabulous Grady gave me on Thursday. I look like such the indie kid, which I am not. Last night after the benefit, we old people went to Mars, where you could hardly take a step without tripping over a Dallasite. But the bangs totally fit in. I feel like I should be standing on the patio at Mohawk or Beauty Bar, listening to a Norwego-Japanese post-punk jazz fusion act and silently judging everyone I see.

Bangs...