WHY I CUT MYSELF SOME BANGING BANGS IN ISO

rite of passage

/ˌrʌɪt əv ˈpasɪdʒ/

phrase of rite

a ceremony or event marking an important stage in someone's life, especially birth, the transition from childhood to adulthood, marriage, and death.

Now that is the google.com “rite of passage” definition. Personally, I believe they forgot to write ‘cutting your own fringe’ to be placed, before ‘marriage’ but after ‘the transition from childhood to adulthood’. I, Harriet Brown, strongly believe it is one of the many important ‘rites of passages’ one has to go through.

Now, if you have not had a fringe before, I urge you to go through this emotional yet adrenaline rushing experience as it will most definitely shape you as a person.

I'm saying this to you because I am well qualified in the art of completing ‘unofficial rite of passages’ according to Google. A fringe being one of them, because I have had a fringe not once, not twice but three times…..each time I pleaded with myself that I would never cut a fringe again but here I am, in ISO, sitting on my bathroom floor, 78 hours after cutting the third fringe of my life. I can tell you that this moment was full of adrenaline, tears, fear and of course determination.

Fergus, who is my 23-year-old brother said “you won’t do it, you legit told me last week that you would never cut a fringe again, not after last time”

“Last time, I was in NSW, competing at the Sydney International Rowing Regatta. The stakes were high and maybe the steroids were finally getting to my brain.
After dinner, I sat in the shower and my fellow team member, Mardi, cut my 2nd fringe of my life with a pair of blunt scissors that she scored.
To be honest I have major PTSD from this event, So I’m just going to insert a photo for you to all enjoy.
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Back to the 3rd fringe of my life; After about an hour of wimping out and still wanting to prove my brother wrong. I counted to 3 and did one big chop - I screamed and it was at this point I realised I was the only loser in this situation, as I was the one stuck with a fringe. GREAT.

Now, all the videos I had watched up until this point had informed me of many different techniques. For some reason, I decided to go with the technique that the experienced hairdresser had recommended (this sounded like the best option, but in fact it was probably the worst as she had had 8 years of training and all I had was a bunch of barbies who looked like Edward scissor hands had got to them).

“She” who will not be named, said to cut shorter in the middle and then cut diagonally down the side of the fridge so it shapes the face. I would like to point out at this time that I am in fact right-handed and even though I wish I was ambidextrous, I'm not. This then resulted in my fringe being too short and quite lopsided. Love that for me. (insert eye roll emoji).

Look, maybe just forget what I have said this far because I still urge you to cut a fringe before this short life of ours is over. Yes, it is too short and yes, it's a little uneven but after I wash, style and manipulate it with every product I own, It starts to look like a total vibe!

My inner Mia Wallace comes out and all of a sudden I’m feeling myself in my Peter Alexander pjs, an ex’s t-shirt and my Ugg boots from 2016 (an outfit I normally wear when I'm hungover on a Sunday).

So it really goes to show that this ‘rite of passage’ has made me in control of how I feel in ISO. Plus, by the time we are let out, my fringe will have totally adapted to my forehead and I will be strutting the streets of Melbourne and only responding to the name Mia. So no, I do not regret it.