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"THE WEAVE-A-HOLIC" ..Hair Hostage In A-merry-kka
Yesterday I went 2 a bookstore slash culture
mind candy shop, that was on it's way outta business..SMFH!
(DEMOLISHED By NEGLECT)
..The owner Niki and I chopped it up a bit about the
traps of segregation., and how we as a ppl lost so
much of not only our culture and businesses but how
we've lost ourselves, but how we've become spiritually
bankrupt in the process of becoming part of A-Merry-kkk-a.
(Shouts @ "WE ARE BEAUTIFUL" it's all part of the plan)
This letter is an heartbreaking yet realistic example.
=========================================
A partially sad slash partially hilarious blog that
50 Cent's fake babys mama wrote in essence.com!
As the threads of the grown-out tracks were
being snipped, I broke out my laptop and began my
ritualistic daily web search. I go from news of the
day to articles/blogs about the news of the day,
ending up on entertainment/gossip/fashion stuff.
But that day, something caught my attention
and trumped all of the glowing reviews of
President Obama’s health care speech:
It was Tyra’s hair.
National Real Hair Day? I missed that one…In fact,
on National Real Hair Day, I was calling Extensions
Plus in L.A. to make sure they had enough of the 20”
“relaxed roots” texture hair that I love oh so much
(and that keeps selling out like crazy!),
and making an appointment to get my hair,
I mean, my weave, hooked up.
So Tyra, while I didn’t take part in your observance,
I just want to say: “WOW!” You are such a brave woman
for breaking the chains that bound you since your
teenage years! What courage that took, for you to expose
yourself to millions of people! Such fearlessness!
Oh, how I wish I had the guts to do that. I guess
I’m much too much of an insecure, self-loathing Negro
for all that self-acceptance foolishness.
I’m glad we got down to solving the mystery of what’s
under your lace-front, though. I mean seriously, it
was “THE” question that has perplexed the world over.
And now we see that there’s a beautiful head of hair
underneath it all, hair that was surprisingly relaxed
and ready for the world. Whodathunkit?! If I had the
same length and fullness of hair that you have,
I might take my weave out too.
Ha!!!! I’m just playing! Even if I DID have your
“real” hair, I’d still be wearing a few tracks
or clip-ons up in there.
Why?
Because I’m straight weave fo life, kid!!!
Ima ride ride wit this weave, die die with this weave!!
Let me break it down for you:
See, I loooooove taking new hair out of the bag,
combing through it with my fingers, holding it
up with my two hands, and burying my face in it.
Mmmm, mmmm, mmm! Nothing like a new batch of zig-zag
curly to get your self esteem out of the dumps!
The feeling of getting my hair, I mean, my weave
done over. I feel human again. I feel sexy.
I feel powerful.
It makes me feel…it makes me feel…it makes feel
like a natural woman!!!I can be whatever,
whoever I want to be with the stroke of a sewing needle…
With long brown tresses and a tan, I’m Pocahontas,
’cause I got Indian in my family.With easy waves,
I AM bohemian rhapsody goddess personified.
And now that I got blond highlights! What!?
I know I look like Beyonce!
You can’t tell me nothing!.. Uh oh, uh oh!
And then I looked up from my computer,
and caught a glimpse in the mirror of my head
minus the long weavy locks. I looked crazy!
Awww hell naw! I looked over at the new batch of hair
sitting off to the side waiting to join forces with me.
Damnit, I’m trapped, I thought to myself.
I can’t let it go.
I am powerless over it.
Just when I think I’m done,it pulls me back in!
Now I guess I can get help for my self-loathing
addiction.I can learn to accept myself in my entirety.
I can emancipate myself from that which keeps me locked-up.
I can embrace the natural state of things.
Yup, I can do all of that…But don’t hold your breath!
Hi, my name is Joy, and I’m a weave-a-holic.Hats HAIR Off 2 Solange Knowles who said..she just
could'nt be held hostage 2 the Weave any longer
.."You don't look like the average woman anymore
...You look Beautiful Sis!!,
Joys Story VIA: essence.com
Monday
"DISRESPECTFUL 2 Blackwomen
...Or NOT?" So yaw know those ...
“..Text your questions to…KGB” commercials?
Peep their newest commercial that some folks
are flipp'n on - calling it completely disrespectful
toward black women due 2 to the stereotypical reasons.
MAYBE I'M JUST IGNORANT..(NOT)
Cause I was dying laff'n..it's so on point imo.
Basically every young black celebrity, talk show host
or news anchor..can be seen with a long wig or weave
TRUTH IS TRUTH.
No..not all black women wear weaves,
but lastnight after arriving in the "D"..
Weave has 2 be 90% the norm..
Wigs became very popular with black women
in the 1960's, my mother has told me stories
about how back in the day in NY the junkies
would pull your wig off while a woman would
be on the train, jump off and then run
like hell so they could sell it 4 a fix
Now it's almost looked @ as irregular if
you don't sport the whole false hair thang
(blank stare)
Perhaps seeing a reflection of self will
be seen clearer, unfortunately when portrayed
by the same ppl we've tryed 2 hard 2 immulate.
Is the COMMERCIAL Disrespectful Or Not?
If U've got fake nails
..fake toe nails, breast emplants.
fake eyelashes, fake hair....AND
FAKE EYEBROWS...
Don't even ask..
why you can't find a real man...?
"FAKE EYBROWNS..
THE HOTTEST NEW TREND IN FASHION"
IM DUNN!!jezebel
-PICTURES LIE-"Lemme Put You On Game"
Jesse Jackson and the late Detroit Mayor, Coleman Young are all smiles in this photo, taken at the Book-Cadillac Hotel the night Young was first elected Detroit’s mayor in 1973. But inside, the mayor-elect was seething. He had wanted Jackson, then a youthful 32, to come to Detroit to lead a voter-registration drive. But the younger man demanded $50,000, to which an indignant Coleman spat, “I didn’t have $50,000 for Jesse Jackson.” Later, when Jackson ran for the Democratic presidential nomination in 1988, Young got even by endorsing a rival, and at one point proclaimed, “Jesse never ran nothing but his mouth.” In a classic understatement, Mayor Young noted in his autobiography that, “It was well known that Jesse and I were not bosom buddies.”
Yesterday I went 2 a bookstore slash culture
mind candy shop, that was on it's way outta business..SMFH!
(DEMOLISHED By NEGLECT)
..The owner Niki and I chopped it up a bit about the
traps of segregation., and how we as a ppl lost so
much of not only our culture and businesses but how
we've lost ourselves, but how we've become spiritually
bankrupt in the process of becoming part of A-Merry-kkk-a.
(Shouts @ "WE ARE BEAUTIFUL" it's all part of the plan)
This letter is an heartbreaking yet realistic example.
=========================================
A partially sad slash partially hilarious blog that
50 Cent's fake babys mama wrote in essence.com!
As the threads of the grown-out tracks were
being snipped, I broke out my laptop and began my
ritualistic daily web search. I go from news of the
day to articles/blogs about the news of the day,
ending up on entertainment/gossip/fashion stuff.
But that day, something caught my attention
and trumped all of the glowing reviews of
President Obama’s health care speech:
It was Tyra’s hair.
National Real Hair Day? I missed that one…In fact,
on National Real Hair Day, I was calling Extensions
Plus in L.A. to make sure they had enough of the 20”
“relaxed roots” texture hair that I love oh so much
(and that keeps selling out like crazy!),
and making an appointment to get my hair,
I mean, my weave, hooked up.
So Tyra, while I didn’t take part in your observance,
I just want to say: “WOW!” You are such a brave woman
for breaking the chains that bound you since your
teenage years! What courage that took, for you to expose
yourself to millions of people! Such fearlessness!
Oh, how I wish I had the guts to do that. I guess
I’m much too much of an insecure, self-loathing Negro
for all that self-acceptance foolishness.
I’m glad we got down to solving the mystery of what’s
under your lace-front, though. I mean seriously, it
was “THE” question that has perplexed the world over.
And now we see that there’s a beautiful head of hair
underneath it all, hair that was surprisingly relaxed
and ready for the world. Whodathunkit?! If I had the
same length and fullness of hair that you have,
I might take my weave out too.
Ha!!!! I’m just playing! Even if I DID have your
“real” hair, I’d still be wearing a few tracks
or clip-ons up in there.
Why?
Because I’m straight weave fo life, kid!!!
Ima ride ride wit this weave, die die with this weave!!
Let me break it down for you:
See, I loooooove taking new hair out of the bag,
combing through it with my fingers, holding it
up with my two hands, and burying my face in it.
Mmmm, mmmm, mmm! Nothing like a new batch of zig-zag
curly to get your self esteem out of the dumps!
The feeling of getting my hair, I mean, my weave
done over. I feel human again. I feel sexy.
I feel powerful.
It makes me feel…it makes me feel…it makes feel
like a natural woman!!!I can be whatever,
whoever I want to be with the stroke of a sewing needle…
With long brown tresses and a tan, I’m Pocahontas,
’cause I got Indian in my family.With easy waves,
I AM bohemian rhapsody goddess personified.
And now that I got blond highlights! What!?
I know I look like Beyonce!
You can’t tell me nothing!.. Uh oh, uh oh!
And then I looked up from my computer,
and caught a glimpse in the mirror of my head
minus the long weavy locks. I looked crazy!
Awww hell naw! I looked over at the new batch of hair
sitting off to the side waiting to join forces with me.
Damnit, I’m trapped, I thought to myself.
I can’t let it go.
I am powerless over it.
Just when I think I’m done,it pulls me back in!
Now I guess I can get help for my self-loathing
addiction.I can learn to accept myself in my entirety.
I can emancipate myself from that which keeps me locked-up.
I can embrace the natural state of things.
Yup, I can do all of that…But don’t hold your breath!
Hi, my name is Joy, and I’m a weave-a-holic.
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