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I’m going to cut this mullet right outta my hair, gonna cut cut cut this mullet right outta my hair…and send it to someone else! I am embarking on the always torturous grow-out from my faux hawk to long hair. I’ve got six months until I’m a bridesmaid in my friend’s wedding and I’m just hoping that’s long enough to get me past the godawful stage. That stage where you could be a supermodel with a team of stylists and your hair will still be fugly. It’s a Catholic wedding which means no hats in church – this could be grim.