[Ask Johanna, Kate. She'll tell you, in no uncertain terms, that no, you can't pull it off. :) ]

There were two of them. There's this real drag of a girl named Eponine. She did the first part. And then there's this kid named Newt--he and his little friends used to run around in a maze getting chased down by monsters, or something--but he was in charge of cutting everyone's hair, too. He did the fine work.

[She fluffs it again, experimentally, as she sinks down to a crouch on the floor.]

Don't hack yours off. You wouldn't look good.