Here's another Snog, Marry, Avoid post! Did you miss them? I did. Today we talk hairspray, that weird thing I've always thought was something only grandmas would use until I got a fringe and it became a staple in my routine. Trust me, you don't know the struggle until you get bangs.

I said it before and I'll say it again: I don't miss my long hair. But being one who's regretted quite a few hairstyles (like that Lea Michele full fringe) I know how it feels when you just want to go back in time and stop those tremendous scissors. So here's a few hacks I've put together to avoid the crocodile tears, and a bad haircut!

» NOT SO MUCH OF A CHANGE

Last week I've realized I'm 100% more scared of the hairdresser than of the dentist. As I was heading to the salon after one year of absence and more than two from my last cut, in fact, my heart was beating so hard I thought it was going to escape from my chest, because something was happening: I was going for the chop.

You'd think I've had enough of 50s inspired packagings after Benefit, The Balm and Soap & Glory, but no, a smiley pin up girl and witty names still get me so hard. Especially if pink polka dots are added to the game. And they're cheap cheap.

You know those braids you see on the magazines, the ones that are so full they probably weight more than the model herself? They're probably children of extensions, photoshop and the same magic that feeds Cara's brows so it's almost impossible we mere humans get the exact same effect, but here's three tricks to bring you at least closer to a Blake Lively plait.

I'll just set the record straight and dive right into it: I've tried three different dry shampoos in my life, and this is the best.

Recently, it seems like there's nothing coconut oil can't do. From removing your make up to sostitute oil in your favorite recipe, apparently the only thing it can't give you is Harry Styles.

001. Your hair is death, like completely. It's made of death cells and the only living part are the follicles, which are inside our head.