In cahoots with Oprah

Dude. I was totally going to rant about my hair today. Then I went online to the Oprah and low and behold if she and Chris Rock aren't having a show about Black women and their hair. I was stunned to say the least.



I pretty much detest my hair. My accursed, no good, bane-of-my-existence hair. I am ridiculously close to going to the Cost Cutters and having them shave it all off. It annoys me at all times and for all seasons. And I notice a marked change in my mood when I am having the rare good hair day. I feel better about myself when my hair has been de-bigged and and I again have contact with my scalp.



My hair is nappy, straight, curly and kinky. The straight parts are embracked by the trifecta of nappy, curly and kinky causing severe breakage, usually in the back of my head, which is often exacerbated if I am stressed or if I rub my head against my pillow, the back of a jacket or a couch and/or chair.



I would get a weave or wear a wig, but I am too classless to pull off such a look. I know that I would rountinely be scratching my head and move the wig around or pull it off at inopportune times. And I have had braids before. Once in high school, one braid fell out as I was bending over to go in my backpack for a pencil.



I grant you that the hatred of the huge pile of hair on my head is not that big of an issue. I know that were I to lose all of my hair because of an illness that I would be sad and wish that I had appreciated the hot mess while I had it, but I am not in that situation right now. I am in a situation where my hair gets bigger and badder (and not the cool version of bad, but the malevolent meaning) with each passing day. My hair truly has a mind of it's own and I think it is intriguing that Chris Rock has seen the impact that the hair has on his daughters and is trying to do something about it. My father also tried. Once he told me and several others how my hair made me look like a black Shirley Temple.

So, maybe that isn't the same thing.

Anyway, you work with what you got, and my hope is that at some point in my life, my hair and I will agree to disagree. Until then, I think I just might be heading to the Cost Cutters.