Now that ye olde Japanese-cool-boy haircut is growing out I get to play with it a little more. My sister did her thesis on identity in biracial children with one black parent, and in the process found that most biracial women began to comfortably identify themselves as such on learning how to do their hair.*

Most curly-haired women have one heck of a time brushing their hair if it isn’t sopping wet, but this particular morning I didn’t have time to finger-curl it into natural locks again before I had to rush to work. Unwilling to head to work with Don King hair, I grabbed some Shea’s Curl & Shine Milk, finger combed it through my hair, then parted it on the side and pinned it all down at about ear height. On researching this style I learned that it most closely approximates the Marcel Wave of the 1920s. Good.

Honestly, I’m just glad that i live in an age when natural hair is being celebrated, and I don’t have to spend half my day frying the crap out of my hair just to look presentable.  I can fry the crap out of my hair for fun, then chop it all off, then grow a curly afro, and anyone who suggests I better control the follicles growing out of my head is generally acknowledged to be racist. FTW!**

On a side note, my skin is not that smooth in real life. My camera has a setting that basically airbushes anything it perceives as human skin. Hey-yo!