Friday, May 23, 2008

Okay enough already would somebody please tell her its OVER!




This is really starting to get sad. It's like watching your bff drooling over a guy who has made it very clear..."he's just not that into you". Hillary, chica, it's over sweety. People have decided they don't want you as the democratic nomoniee, so lets hang up the "phone" now and stop harassing the supers cause they are so not that into you right now. Don't worry you can always blame Bill for this loss and we'll all look the other way and pretend you didn't run a completely awful campaign.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

American Idol

I'm not sure how many of you thought that this years Amerian Idol was a complete snooze fest, but I did. I still tuned into the season finale just because I didn't want to be out of the loop if anything good happened. I'm so glad I watched, because Carrie Underwood did her song Last Name and I think by far this is one of the best performances ever done on that stage.

Sunday, May 18, 2008

Hair Attack

I was 12 when I made the choice. I stood to my feet with great pride and said "Mommy, I want to straighten my hair." Sadly my friends, this is when it all went down hill. Before I get ahead of myself, let me tell how my hair travels began. I was born with lots of soft dewy black crurls. My hair resembled by mother's (very Alicia Keys like). Then to my mothers dismay, my hair freaked out when I was 4 years old. The texture changed and everyone who saw me said things like, oh my gosh what happened to her hair. Needless to say it was very obvious to me at 4 and 5 years old, that what I had on top of my head wasn't okay. At least it wasn't to the adults looking at my mom in horror like she brought a living troll doll. Oh my gosh it wasn't even that bad.

From the age of 5 until about 10 my mom did my hair. It never really got very long, but she always gave me cute ponytails and a healthy slathering of hair grease. For those of you who aren't familar with hair grease. Its a thick greasey pomade black mothers slather on their little girls hair in the hopes that it will keep the hair from getting dry. Truthfully it just made your hair oily and sticky and gave you a shiny forehead that could literally blind people. As a little black girl growing up in the 80's and 90's I watched lots of tv and remember seeing Whtiney Houston videos, thinking, wow I what hair like that (of course this is before I knew she wore wigs, and before she had crackhead hair). But I knew I wanted straight hair. I dreamed of myself singing on stage and flicking my big "ooooh I wanna dance with somebody hair."

Ah ha thats it, if my mom straightens my hair, surely it will grow and swing and bounce and opps I was having a flash back just then. My mom glady puts in my relaxer, because hey almost every little black girl got one at 12 or 13, it was like a right of passage. To my dismay, when the process was down and the box was in the trash, my hair was just simply straight. No bouce, no swing, just a dry, but soft and straight display of scarred hair. The next day I was excited to do it myself, surely I'll have no tangles, no kinks, dare I use the unholy word....Yeah No Napps. Ouch, wait....for some reason the comb is still catching napps, snaggs and tangles. That was because on the box with the pretty black women with unusually long hair, it doesn't say,

WARNING: This will only look pretty if you are sleeping and dreaming its pretty. This product will disappoint you and leave your hair damaged, dry, and it will also refuse to grow. Be warned in 3 months time your hair will be so damaged and broken off people will think you have an illness causing your hair to fall out.

So there started my hair attack. My hair was from that moment on in critical condition, and it would take 16 years for me to find the cure.

Please check back soon for more stories about my hair journey.