Friday, August 28, 2009
Oldies but goodies
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Bad hair day
I'm obviously frustrated. So I put on a hat. Or a net. Or a cap. I don't know what these thins are called but they cover the back of your hair and not the front. I guess its a cap. Anyway, I'm wearing one of those. It's decent looking but it's black and I'm wearing all brown today. I know black matches everything but... This is NOT the look I was going for.
On a brighter note, I'm pleased with my accessories. They're pretty fly. So anyway, I am probably going to put back in my Marley twists or Afro twists. I don't have time to worry about my hair in the morning.
I don't know. I'm gonna co wash my hair tonight and probably flat twist it. Or I may go out on a limb and bantu knot it again. We shall see. I wonder how I would look with comb twists. I kinda want to try some. I like how neat they generally look.
Well, I'm on my way to class. Hope I don't get swine flu in the process of trying to get an education.
I will post bad hair pictures later.
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Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Philly.com - Jenice Armstrong: Damaging hair battle
By Jenice Armstrong
Philadelphia Daily News
Daily News Columnist
Aug 11, 2009
ANY WOMAN with a head full of thick, naturally curly hair knows that a brush in the wrong hands can be a cruel device of torture. We discover this early in life, usually at the hands of a careless hairdresser whose job it is to smooth untamed, virgin curls into some semblance of what can pass as socially acceptable. It shouldn't be this way, though. Hair care should be a pleasant, bonding experience, even if you have the misfortune of being "tender-headed," as they used to call it back in the day.
But, too often, it can be painful and loaded with the kind of damaging negativity that has left many a woman reaching for chemical relaxers and flatirons no matter how badly they damage their hair. It's a case of the psychological scarring manifesting itself on the outside. I'm on this particular rant because over the weekend a friend showed me a disturbing YouTube video of a woman vigorously brushing an African-American child's thick, curly mane as the youngster screams in agony. The woman does it heartlessly, pulling and yanking as the child struggles to break free.
The video, called "nappy a- hair," is difficult to watch. The first time I saw it, I didn't make it all the way through because of all the yelling. The little girl's pain is palpable. She's flailing and struggling.
It's uncertain if the woman in the video is the child's mother, but it is clear she doesn't know how to cope either with the child's voluminous mane or with her own private demons. As the little girl squirms and tries to get away from all the yanking on her hair, the woman imprisons her between her knees. Another time, she leans over the child to trap her as the little girl lies on her back. When the child tries to protect her head, the woman shouts, "move your f------- hand!" You can even see hair lying on the floor. "I hate you!" the child yells.
Perhaps this level of abuse is something the woman experienced as a child and is now passing it onto the next generation. "Move ya hand. You've got a big gigantic, f------ knot - a nap - or whatever the hell you call it!" the woman says. Meanwhile, the videographer can be heard at one point laughing about "America's Funniest Home Videos" and taunting an adorably cute, curly headed boy that he's the next victim.
What happens on this video is disturbing on so many levels, particularly because of the negative message it sends the little girl about her hair: That there's something wrong with it. Somehow, it doesn't measure up. It's "less than." This is an age-old battle, most recently chronicled by Chris Rock 's "Good Hair" documentary, that you'd think the world would have moved past by now.
Also eyebrow-raising is how the video has sparked its own debate about whether or not what happened with the little girl qualifies as child abuse. The vast majority of the comments I scanned yesterday on YouTube or theroot.com, soundly condemned the woman, who, people pointed out, appeared to have covered up her own hair with a wig or extensions.
"Natural Chocolate" wrote, "This is why so many women go and relax their hair. This could have all been resolved if people knew how to take care of our natural hair. If the hair was wet, with a little conditioner, this could have been prevented. That girl is going to get a perm as soon as she can and will probably hate her natural hair for the rest of her life. Poor Child . . . " Other commenters blamed the child's behavior for the harsh treatment she got, saying things like, "That little girl is bad or should I say 'strong willed.' "
Kind of like her hair, I suppose? Something that has to be forced into submission.
Give me a break.
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Bantu knot out
I just wish it were a little fuller- shrinkage aint no joke! It's all good though. It's my hair, and I love it.
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Photos finally!
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I am trying to find a way...
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Monday, August 24, 2009
First co-wash and ACV rinse
My trusty twist outs can't be trusted anymore
The Fro Chronicles-
Friday, August 21, 2009
i dont know what to do
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Gotta love that coconut oil!
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Investing
Monday, August 17, 2009
Things I don't understand part one
Places I Love: Vitamin Shoppe
Fro Chronicles 2 and other shit
Monday, August 10, 2009
it's the 'Fro Chronicles
Sunday, August 9, 2009
clean
Friday, August 7, 2009
Sweet heat
It's getting hard to distinguish these clothes from my skin
I imagine myself melting
Staining 90 degree concrete with chocolate puddles of my being
The Georgia heat weighing me down like unconfessed sins and grudges held too long
I am still struggling to master the art of forgiveness and
Apparently this heat is much like me cause it is facing the same dilemma
But the heat does forgive.
It is forced to surrender to the cool that night brings just as I surrender to the serenity granted by God
And yet I still melt. Cause although the sun is gone I am still in the presence of heat.
Her.
Sweet heat like spicy barbecue or candied Mexican chiles
She simmers and Draws me in like flowers attract bees with the desire to pollinate
I told her:
I want something sweet that won't leave me wanting something else.
She said:
Have me.
I wonder if I sink my teeth into her would she burst in my mouth like ripe green grapes Overwhelming my taste buds with her sweetness
Or would she burst into flames
Causing me to spontaneously combust
She leaves trails on my skin
Luring me to touch a stove that I know is hot
Willing to get burned if that's what it takes to get close
Its getting hard to distinguish her skin from mine
Her sweat from mine
But her sweetness is unmistakable
I wish I could inject her into my veins like insulin but if I could I'd probably overheat
Cause her sweet and her heat are a package deal
This fire emanates off of her turning my chocolate self into hot cocoa
And we blend into some concoction not offered at Starbucks.
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