I remember back in the day when I first started blogging I got a slack from natural hair ladies that I was rejecting my “blackness” because I relaxed my hair. I wrote a post too that stated that I was not my hair and what was underneath it was all that mattered. Now that I’m officially natural, I have to remember that same principal, I am not my hair. And quite frankly women of other ethnicities don’t get slack for doing brazilian blow outs or curly perms. I understand the historical ramifications when it comes to African American’s and their hair but there has to come a time where we have to get passed that and put our energies into other things that affect us (like unemployment, crime rate, etc.)

Okay, I’m off my soap box now!

This is a perfect statement, if I may jump on a S.THOUGHT bandwagon! Not just as women of color, but as independent, dependent, angry, happy, fashion-forward, or uninfluenced women– we have (literally) the God-given hair right to wear our doo to suit our mood. I don’t need Tyra “I-wish-I-was-Gaye-King-to-be-closer-to-Oprah” Banks to tell me when to wear my “real” hair “out” as an effort to promote self-awareness and raise consciousness amongst (African-American) women!

I think people have gotten a little too Politically correct in their demise of European influence over hair. I’ll wear hair extensions, AKA weave, when and how I want to without regard for someone else’s self-proclaimed, self-awareness and self-righteousness. I’ll wear my “real” hair when I want without a chip on my shoulder that I’m somehow closer to either Jesus or Madame C.J. Walker because of it!

Oh Please, the hair is real, because it’s attached to a real person, by nature or a naturally good hair stylist who can sewn in a weave. ENOUGH.