Approximately 46% of the reason to love Zac Efron is for his lucious, lion cub-esque mane of hair — forgetting, of course, that time it was a black gel-helmet for Hairspray. So now that Zac’s tresses are high and tight for his role in The Lucky One, I don’t know what to do with the remaining 54%. Tuck it away until I see more photos of him on the beach? Give it to Justin Bieber? Follow suit and get my own butch buzz? Oh, the agony.