Holy sh*t, people!
I walked out of my apartment to check my mail...
This is what I see walking down the street with me.
I was so scared that I actually screamed.
I thought it was an animal with rabies, coming to attack me!
I walked out of my apartment to check my mail...
This is what I see walking down the street with me.
I was so scared that I actually screamed.
I thought it was an animal with rabies, coming to attack me!
LADIES...
As one of the few African American women who has natural hair, I feel I bit sheepish in asking...
Why do you put that sh*t in yo hay-ya (aka hair)??
Especially in the summer!?
Especially in the summer!?
Don't you feel like you're putting a sweater on your head?
It's hot outside. At least 89 degrees.
There's hardly any breeze, and yet you all are walking down the streets with Rapunzel manes.
Even when I did put the creamy CRACK on my head, I didn't put a weave in it.
I was never unbe-WEAVE-able. I didn't see the point.
What is the obsession???
Hair grows. You want long hair? Let it grow. Take some vitamins.
You want straight hair? Get a straightener and work it out.
I just watched Chris Rock's documentary, "GOOD HAIR".
And I don't know how I felt about it. BUT... I do know that after finding out how much a weave costs that I would rather put a down payment on a car than on some fake hair that could be rollin' down the street next to me.
Hmmm, I don't know how I feel about the "As one of the few African American women who has natural hair" comment, but I do agree with you that finding some weave on the sidewalk is gross. We wear our hair in many different ways, Tai. You know that:)
ReplyDeleteI meant the "As one of the few African American women" comment as a sarcasm.
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My bad about the government name usage, you-who-must-not-be-named.
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