Her description seemed at odds with the nostalgic way she talked about them. Then again, maybe that was why "horror" was an entire genre that seemingly normal people enjoyed. She'd been fascinated by disturbing things as a child, too, but she'd naturally assumed that that was largely due to her upbringing, not something that she might have in common with anyone else.
"Some of them just look like art," she agreed - she didn't know what Pictagraph was, but she had seen pictures of girls like that. "I don't know how they'd stay in place unless they just sat still all day."
Her own braid was getting near the end and she gave it a critical look - it was crooked, with one of the sections too thin so that it petered out before the others, and in a couple of places strands had gotten missed out only to be pulled in somewhere else further down, but at least everything was more-or-less in the right place. It was better than she could say about previous attempts.