See that picture above? That’s me. Notice my sweet a$$ afro? Most days, I love this thing. I’m into hair anyway, but my afro is like a symbol of liberation for me. And I’m not talkin about in a militant, raised fist way. I mean literal liberation–from the salon chair, from the constraints of weather, from the concerns about swimming. I only get my hair done when I need a trim…what, once every three or five months? Versus that swinging pendulum of a 6-week timespan that beckons ever-nearer from the second a new, kinky strand dared spring forth from my head. Yall, I have never been more free.
Like I said,
Most times I love it.
But wearing my hair natural forces me to confront a lot of different perceptions on a fairly regular basis. There are the “why would you ever do that’s,” the “Oh it looks good on you but I could nevers,” the “go ‘head soul sistahs,” and, of course, the “…but you’ll never find a job.”
That’s the one I’m dealing with now.
I have an interview tomorrow! I’m so excited! *pause for party break*
I’m so excited about this job opportunity,
…man. you guys. I had this post all finished, and it was #gold. I promise. But my computer completely crapped out on me and I guess WordPress doesn’t autosave drafts.
And I’m not even feeling it anymore. I’m sorry. So I will just summarize, and draw you a picture of a sorry pony. I hope that makes up.
Basically, I was saying I don’t know if my future employer will respond positively to my fro. I don’t want to straighten it, but Ask a White Guy said that there are times when us naturals are passed over for opportunities.
Anyway, here’s my sorry pony.