Holy Crap! Crazy Aunt Purl is in the freaking New York Times, interviewed re the Bangs Question.
I am 49, and I currently have bangs. And I like them. I like them because they are flattering on me, and I will probably have them forever, because they hide the dents and bumps on the left side of my forehead that are reminders that Dr. SL actually cut a hole in my skull to fix the plumbing in there. I was washing my face last week and the overly bright overhead lights on my bathroom vanity highlighted these lumps on my forehead that were never there before, and I realized that I was looking at the screws that put my skull back together. There are two on my forehead, and I'm sure more under my hairline. There's also a dent at the left temple that wasn't there before. None of it is really bad, I'm not particularly self-conscious because it's not really all that noticable, and after a couple of glasses of wine I'll invite anyone to touch the lumps in my forehead - "Screw heads! How cool is that??" Even without the wine, the Hair God had to touch the screw heads during my last haircut. But my bangs are Wispy and Long, and blend into the layered bob that so effectively conceals the growing in stuff. And I'm fine with wearing long, shaggy bangs forevermore. I have had bangs, I have lived through the hell of the growing-in of bangs many times, and the growing-in of the bad, and very short, haircut, more than once. I am finally at home with my hair - a shoulder-ish length layered bob with long, wispy bangs - I may be wearing that in the retirement home. It'd look good in silver, too. It only took 49 years to get here.