I was at a vendor festival in Inglewood and a woman handed me a postcard. I didn’t really look at it until I got home.
Something tells me that the “Pretty Sexy” Hair Company does not sell any hair that looks like mine. And something else tells me that they don’t buy hair from any Black Brazilians.
“Virgin” Indian hair just means that it hasn’t been dyed or gone through any other chemical processes but that doesn’t stop the image I have of a hymen inspector at the hair donation site.
In theory, I should be pro-human hair since it is a renewable resource and biodegradable but honestly, the idea of wearing someone else’s hair WEIRDS ME OUT.
What in the complete fuck? Why is this the face used on an ad that will go to someone who looks like this??
Honestly, I just cannot.
This entire culture–nay, this entire INDUSTRY–nay, this entire MULTI-BILLION DOLLAR INDUSTRY–that indoctrinates Black women into thinking that “pretty sexy” hair is not the hair that grows out of their heads. And on Juneteenth no less! I can’t. I can’t and I won’t.
Side note: I was talking to my friend, who is a doctor, the other day and the subject of cancer came up.
Me: You know, if I ever did get cancer, I’m not doing chemo.
Her: I don’t blame you.
Me: Yeah, I’m way too narcissistic about how awesome my hair is to lose it.
Her: It is pretty awesome.