The madness begins because now 80% of my attention turns to managing my bangs: keeping them out of my eyes as they grow, looking in every mirror I pass to lament my diminishing cuteness with every swept-to-the-side lock, the usual vain crap.  I mused maybe I should just get bangs tattooed on my forehead.  Then for fun, I just drew them on with my sharpie calligraphic brown pen. Nope, tattooed on bangs is not the way to go.