African American hair has been all over the news lately. I don't know if it's because of Michelle Obama or Tyra, but people just can't stop talking about African American hair. Now, this is a blog devoted to care and keeping of MY African American hair, not the politics of hair, the science and structure of hair, or the sociocultural implications of being natural but since there is a national dialogue going on (and suddenly people feel the need to talk to me about my hair), I thought I might contribute to the conversation.
I have locs. Also known as dreadlocks, dreadlocs, locks, dreads, etc. I call them locs because that is easier to type. I have no desire to remove them by coming them out so I can straighten my undoubtedly long hair. First of all, most of the length wouldn't survive the comb out process, secondly, I have no interest in wearing my hair straight.
My hair is not a reflection of my politics, religion, or degree of militancy. I felt pretty much the same way when I had straight hair, braids, and loose natural hair. My hair is a reflection of the fact that I was tired of jumping through hoops trying to maintain straight hair. I decided to stop fighting my natural texture and instead embrace it.
I don't care what you do with your hair. I actually don't care when anyone does with their hair. I'm not here to judge and I expect the same courtesy. Your hair is on your head, not mine.
Please do not touch my hair without asking. I don't know where your hands have been.
