Hey all. I've been part of this community for a better part of a year, and I adore it. in fact, I find get_up_dread_up so fascinating, I wrote about it for an assignment for my cultural anthropology class. I wrote my 8 page ethnography on it - unfortunately, the actual writing of it was more rushed than I would have liked. it's really difficult to really be objective and describe the truth about such a large, diverse group of people. however, I had a great time writing it. I only wish I'd had more time and space to really be fair to everyone. so if you choose to read it, please understand that I meant no offense to anyone, and I tried my best to be objective in the limited time I had. ( Collapse )
I've had my dreads for a year and three or four months. I had wanted them for years and years. When I finally got them, though, I had gotten my hair undershaven and cut really short the day before (my mom surprised me with the dreadlocks -- I had them done at a salon), so I was upset she didn't tell me when I had my hair cut. Anyhow. My dreads turned out awesome -- I get compliments every day on either the color (I've had them red/orange/yellow, green and black, and they're currently dark red and black -- my natural color is red), or how they look. It's awesome. Last night I cut half my dreads off. I like change -- I needed one. So I cut off all the dreads on the right side of my head. It's completely DIY, and I have a small bald patch on my head because I couldn't manuvre the scissors around very well. I'm going to get more crap then usual from family at Thanksgiving, but I don't care. I don't miss them. They weren't very long, and they were tiny thin dreads. Considering I only had about three rows of them, I had over fifty dreads (tiny -- yes). This is really just a parting of ways between myself and my locks. I'm going to burn the edges of my old dreads and sew them onto a stuffed animal I have. He's gunna be more badass then he already it. Lemme tell yah.