Ariana Grande, small pig owner and Pete Davidson appreciator, has a ponytail that, if laid out next to her prone form, would likely be almost as long as she is. It is smooth; it is silky. It is soft. It swings from atop her head like a glossy horse mane, its height supposedly dictates her moods, and unfortunately, it is a look that Jezebel staff writer Ashley Reese and I both craved for ourselves.