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Thursday, 07 January 2010

  • Love

    I've only recently come to understand what true love is. Although I've generally been proud to label myself above naive, I'll admit that I've found myself standing corrected more and more often recently.

    Love is waiting: When you love someone

Friday, 20 November 2009

  • Good hair

    Ok look... I really feel like people are beating this topic over the head what with the movie coming out and all, but I really believe that people aren't saying the right things, so I have to put in my two cents. I feel like it's needed.

    The question everyone's asking is "What is good hair?" Well I've come across lots of bullshit answers to this question. If I hear one more person say that good hair is healthy hair I'm gonna slap them in the face. Saying that good hair is healthy hair and good hair is your hair as it grows out of your head, in it's natural state sounds good, and modern, and open-minded. But let's be real. None of those things are what we as Americans believe is good hair. Not in the world that we live in. Period. Good hair is long, silky, straight hair. Preferably blond, and on a white person.

    If good hair was really healthy hair, black women wouldn't make up 80% of the hair care market; black people wouldn't spend so much money on weaves and then become dependent on them because they completely neglected their own hair; people wouldn't be trying to dye their hair blond because they can't have fun as a brunette. I may be coming off as a self-righteous natural nazi (which I am not), but I'm only trying to keep it real. Women aren't dying to get healthy hair. They dying to get hair they see in magazines by whatever means necessary. Health is the last thing on their minds. Who cares that the chemicals in perms disintegrate aluminum cans? What difference does it make that the chemicals in perms can retard or permanently damage the development of hair follicles in kids. It looks cute afterward and that's all that matters. People have gotten lazy. It's the American way.

    As you can see, I do not have good hair. I have, what I like to call, motherland hair. It's nappy, tightly coiled, curly hair. And you may wonder why I would consider straight silky hair good hair when that's clearly not the type of hair I have. Well it's not that I don't like my own hair, because I do. I happen to think my hair is gorgeous, lol. But I realize that my hair, in American society, is not considered "good." In many circles, my nappy hair is not considered acceptable. Now I realize that this is a concept that's changing slowly. But I know that my love for my natural hair is an exception and not the rule. There people to whom my hair is obnoxious and inappropriate. As much as I hate that, I know that it's the truth. I know that my type of hair is not what you're going to see in photo shoots in magazines. I don't have the type of hair most little girls will envy or look up to me for. And you won't catch too many models rockin my type of hairstyles. But I'm ok with that. My hair is good to me. And maybe if I and the other naturals  out there can hang on to that concept without coming across as uppity snobs, we can change people's minds. Maybe we can redefine beauty.

    I can only hope.


    That being said, I do know that not all women who perm their hair have a negative perception of curly or natural hair. But I find it odd how so many people think that they couldn't look nice unless their hair was straight. This, to me, is mind-boggling. But then again, that used to be me...

Monday, 20 April 2009

  • Decisions, decisions, decisions...

    When I was younger I used to wonder what the problem was about making a decision. I remember not understanding why people had some a hard time trying to decide things one way or another. There were good decisions and there were bad decisions. Y claro que you should always pick the good decision. When you're young you're afforded the luxury of simplicity in all forms. I now know that life is seldom that cut and dry.

    In thinking about my very near future, I realized that life is full of difficult decisions and the thing that makes them difficult is that it's generally not immediately apparent that a decision is bad. It's often some hidden deciding factor you can't even see, that you don't even know about, that makes a decision a bad one. But the fact is that in the beginning they both look the same. They both look like good decisions. They both look like great ideas. So how can you decide between two options that seem so similar?

    I don't feel as though I've quite mastered this particular life lesson, but what I'm learning is that I'm not going to be completely prepared for everything that comes with a particular decision. All I can do is choose what seems best to me at the time and be flexible and or discipline enough to deal with whatever consequences come with said choice. I'm also coming to see that choosing what seems best doesn't mean deliberating till the last possible moment. Nor does it mean going with the first thing that comes to mind. There's a balance. Balance is key.

    Growing up is hard...

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