Your Curly Hair is Unprofessional

Every so often I am an enemy to the women around me. I don’t want to be, I want to be part of the sisterhood. I want to give more than I take and I want to make everyone’s life a little easier. Well, today I made my daughter’s life more difficult. In fact I’ve been doing it for years. We were talking about our hair and which products to use. We have very similar hair, it’s thick and it’s wavy, threatens to curl and if you treat it wrong …

The Green Hair is Part of the Strategy

The first day of a long break from school (two weeks or longer) Jane will typically add a little color to the tips of her hair. This time it was green. This time it was also a little higher than usual because one side was higher and then we added a little more… and well… everyone knows how that ends. Jane’s tips (ends of her hair) had been bleached nearly white last summer so she could have pink. The porous nature of her bleached ends made them suck up color …

The Politics of Hair

A lot can be said about women’s hair. It’s a source of pride for many of us, it’s expensive to maintain, it keeps some of us out of the water and for others it’s just another chore. As of yesterday Kelsie has none and she looks amazing… which just brings us back to our punk rock roots. Some of the best writing I know of about African American Women and hair can be found on my friend Liz’s blog. First with the Yuko Hair Straightening System and then with the …

About the Hair

  Earlier this week I made a little video about the Time Magazine Cover and I wondered aloud (once again) if Mom Blogging is good for kids. The feedback I got was mostly unrelated to the content of the video. It was more like: The hair! You have a great blowout. I did it myself. I had a good haircut (for a change) and I learned a few tricks. Basically the folks at Wella saw my constant updates about my bad haircuts and bigoted hairdressers and took pity on me. …

Passing: Maybe not as “White” but Still Passing for Something

Today I had a three hour salon appointment and one of those hours was spent listening to my stylist complain about Those Old Jewish Ladies. Only five or so minutes was spent with her regaling me with the tale of how she pretended to be Jewish to get out of a speeding ticket. As she was flat ironing my hair and complaining about the Horrible Old Jewish Ladies who do nothing but complain I sat smiling and wondering if I was doing the right thing. Should I have gotten up …