Something that has baffled me my entire movie-watching life is the ability for heroines, scientists, and lady villains to go about their awesomeness with long, flowing locks of hair. It never gets in the way. A strand never falls onto the petri dish. It always blows just the right way in a convertible. It swoops dramatically and poignantly in fight scenes. And it looks fantastic the whole time.
My hair doesn't do this. If it's not physically in the way, it's looking unkempt after a long day. This is a little thing, yes, in the grand scheme of life's many things, but entire days are better when I know I have a hair tie on my wrist. Just in case. For those, you know, moments of potential awesomeness.