Any well-educated Black man, knows it’s a no-no to touch a sistah’s hair. Especially, if she just got it done. Well, I’m here to tell you that the idea of my being natural opposed to “whipped, fried and laid to the said,” as my mother used to say, doesn’t give you license to act the same way – not touch!
When one person a prominent man in the community constantly complimented
commented on my natural locks, I was flattered – sort of. After the third of fourth comment, I was annoyed by his insistence. Once or twice is enough, thank you! But when I walked by him and he proceeded to take his hand on my hair and pat it, I thought I might lose all of the poise and grace I’d learned over the years. THANK GOD! I’m lady.
I recall my formative years where students would be in awe and wonder with my locks. “Can I touch your hair?” they’d say.
“No.” I’d answer. I’d explain to them that just because I was different (I attended predominantly white institutions grades K-12), I wasn’t an animal in a zoo whose mane you could pet if you came during the right hours.
So for all of you who are in awe of my hair – thank you! For those of you who want to compliment me on it – your words are greatly appreciated.
But that doesn’t mean I want you running your fingers through
petting or patting my hair!
Now, I must say that every now and then, a woman will let her man run his fingers through her strands – if the moods right. But unless you’re a licensed stylist – WITH a cosmetology degree OR a string of clients that would put Dwight Eubanks, Derek J AND Lawrence Washington (The Real Housewives of Atlanta) to shame. Then, keep yo’ damn hands to yo’ damn self.
Yeah, I said it.