When I see little girls with the hairdo on the right I have certain visceral reactions.
First...the pain. The physical pain involved to get the hair to do this.
Secondly...I'm already convinced she herself was a pain. Maybe it's too many old movies, but when little girls had this hairdo, if they weren't Shirley Temple, they were bad. Bad to the core. They broke things. They connived against anyone they thought crossed them. By the end of the movie they'd had their comeuppance and were now on the straight and narrow, even if their hair wasn't.