“What were they thinking?” hoots Jake 2000, as they riffle through the yesteryearbooks. “I mean, hockey mullets? Perms? Mop-tops?”

“They thought they looked gooood,” says Louise.

“Or that, even if someone laughed at them in twenty years,” says Jon-Michael, “the edginess then would have been worth it.”

“That’s why I stick with this,” says Jake 2000. “No product, just a blunt cut straight across my forehead, squared off at the back. Classic. Timeless.”

“Like my feathered bangs,” agrees Louise.

“Or my frosted tips!” says Jon-Michael.

A click. Facebook serves up the next memory.

“Jesus Christ,” says Jake 2010.