Published on Thursday, February 17, 2011 by Katherine Dear Instyler: It wasn’t me who put you on the floor.  And it wasn’t me who stepped on you.  But I was there when it all went down.  I heard the crack.  Was that your beautiful brush feature, or was it my heart? Every day for the last two years, my hair has been glossy.  Smooth.  Instyled.  I have loved you from the moment I first set eyes on you. ...