Sisterlock Adoration: Finding True Hair Freedom

This blog mostly follows my hair transition to Sisterlocks(TM), but it also gives me an outlet for my occasional social commentary. I always look forward to hearing from you about my hair or my diatribes. Thanks for visiting! ***BTW- Please do not copy my pictures without permission.***

Friday, January 18, 2008

IS THAT DREADS IN YO HAIR?

This is the question that the girl at the McDonald's (yes, one of my many bad habits)drive thru window asked me as I collected my lunch this afternoon. Okay, so putting the bad grammar and all else aside, I now ponder how I should have answered. Let's take a look at the options:

1. I could have launched into a long spiel about Sisterlocks and my personal journey right there in the drive thru line, despite the 5 cars behind me. I mean it's not like we all weren't on one hour lunch breaks anyway. What's a few extra minutes?

2. I could have given her the index finger(meaning just a second or in some cases, "Excuse me for walking through the santuary in the middle of the prayer/sermon at church"-LOL,I just felt the need to be extra thorough in my definition here) and pulled into a parking spot, gone into the restaurant and proceeded to give her and all the Sistas and Brothas working and dining there (plus any one else interested, since I try not to discriminate) a 30 minute overview of the merits of Sisterlocks and natural hair all together. This could have included an opportunity for all the FRESHLY gloved folks ONLY, particularly the woman with the 10 inch long purple weave I noticed standing by the fry machine, to actually touch my hair and ask questions about it. Wait, I think the board of health might have a problem with the whole food and unnetted hair thing. But I disgress....

3. I could have said "yes, actually, they're Sisterlocks" and drove off without any further explanantion, leaving me to ponder for the rest of the afternoon if I'd done the right thing...

So, what did I do? Number 3 unfortunately, and the result is this foolish post that you are so graciously reading right now (thanks:0)!

And as pointless as you've probably realized this post is, I wonder whether there is indeed a social or societal obligation to give as much information as possible whenever somebody asks about our hair. I mean isn't it our collective responsibility to try to save every fried, dyed and laid to the side haired Sista or Brotha from that awful fate? Just wondering...

Wednesday, January 09, 2008

Presidential Primaries- Barack vs Hillary...

I confess. I am a self proclaimed political junkie. I have been staying up all hours of the night following the Presidential primary news coverage.

My personal political views are fairly liberal, and while I'm a registered Democrat, Pre-Barack, I was leaning heavily towards the Independents.

Anyhow, I'm so fascinated by the Barack and Hillary dilemma. As a African American woman, the choice is really tough. Who do you pick, Hillary or Barack, sex or race, status quo or change..?

Drum rolls please...

I support:

Barack Obama because he represents hope and substance in the cesspool that is 'AKA' the “political system” of this Country. I look forward to diversity in the White House, so that kids who look like Barack and me can know that anything is possible.

I actually sent the aforementioned statement to a political website to get a free Barack Obama bumper sticker. LOL!

I was so pleased with the Iowa Caucus results and had such high hopes for New Hampshire. Clearly, Hillary's emotional diatribe got the best of the New Hampshire voters, which is quite unfortunate given the contrived nature of it...I think I threw up in my mouth a couple of times watching, especially when the camera panned to Bill, and he just HAPPENED to be wiping a single tear out of the corner of his eye. LOL! They both needed Oscar nominations...

Anyway, back to Obama...As African Americans, can we stop the madness? Quit forwarding and spreading the foolish propaganda provided by the Clinton machine about Obama being a part of some Islamic terrorist organization.

Also, old Black leadership needs to stop hating as in Andrew Young's remarks about Barack Obama being too young and inexperienced to be President. Last time I checked, our "forefathers" (I say that with a chuckle of course), established the qualifications for President as follows:

"No Person except a natural born Citizen, or a Citizen of the United States, at the time of the Adoption of this Constitution, shall be eligible to the Office of President; neither shall any Person be eligible to that Office who shall not have attained to the Age of thirty five Years, and been fourteen Years a Resident within the United States."

Therefore, that certainly qualifies Barack, the same it did JFK(43), Teddy Roosevelt (42) and BILL CLINTON (46)(Governor of Arkansas at 32, talking about inexperience!). In the case of Clinton, since when does Governorship completely usurp National Legislative experience?

I mean come on folks, I enjoy a good urban legend/conspiracy theory and debate about the issues just like most people; however, there are just too many gullible folks who might actually end up believing the worst of this stuff for us to actually engage in the spreading of such foolishness. And that's my word for the day...


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Friday, January 04, 2008

FIRST LOST LOC!!!!!!!!



All,
Tragedy has struck... In my last post, I talked about the difficulty I was having retightening my own hair. Well, since then I've been practicing and getting much better. For the most part, I've been using my fingers rather than a tool, since it's much easier and faster. The only problem is that you can't get the loc as tight as you can with the tool. So in order to get one lock super tight, I was using one of the Sisterlock tools (won't say which one, but it's certainly not hard to figure out!) Next thing you know, I accidently knotted the loc. I tried everything possible to undo the knot. Before I knew it, the knot had doubled in size. I thought to myself maybe if I cut a few strands of the hair I could loosen the knot enough to slip it out. The next thing I remember is the lock falling to the floor and me falling to my knees with it. Even though this sounds super dramatic, I was almost in tears! LOL! Now that it's been a few days, obviously, I can look back and laugh about "my first lost loc." Anybody care to share lost loc stories to make me feel better?

Also, I've decided to order the nappy loc tool. What size should I get?

Happy New Year!
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