I was at my boyfriend's hockey game, buying a chocolate bar from the canteen, when the woman behind the counter said,
"That's not your real hair, is it?"
"Yep, it is. You can touch it if you want."
And she does, and she thinks it's pretty neat, and she proceeds to tell me about her daughter.
"My daughter used to do all sorts of things to her hair, but never that!"
I didn't notice the woman next to me until she said, "Thank God."
I was in a pretty good mood, and I'm never that quick to reply to things, so I just gave her this mock-flabbergasted look and went, "Uhmmm.... shouldn't you wait until I'm not around to say that?" And she didn't really look at me or look at all like she realized she could have offended me and threw aside a little, "Well, as a mother..."
Well, as a mother, do you teach your children respect? Cause it seems to me like they're going to have to learn it from Aretha Franklin.
I have said this before...
As much as we all wish the world would be populated by nice folks who judge each other by the quality of their character and not the way they look... and not be obnoxious or rude or insensitive...
Well, I think we all know that's just not the way things are, right?
The general public has a rather narrow view of beauty, and it doesn't often tend to include things like dreadlocks, peircings, tattoos, etc. So... we, as people with dreadlocks, probably shouldn't be too suprised when some average citizen thinks we've "ruined" our hair or makes some kind of derogatory comment about the way it looks.
I mean, it's not like we've just fallen into dreadlocks--we CHOSE to have them, right? We have essentially invited criticism and commentary by virtue of our appearance. We either learn to deal with it, complain a lot or lop off our dreads because it's too much of a hassle.
I've had dreadlocks for 13 years now. I have been alternately ridiculed, oogled, commented on inappropriately, insulted, revered, pursued and feared at different times... simply because I have locks. I'm ok with all of it... I'm cool with me. That's what matters in the bigger picture.
So, as much as it can hurt when people make fucked up comments about our hair or make judgements about us because of our hair... well... it basically comes with the territory, and if you can't stand the heat, it'd be best for you to get out of the kitchen.
I imagine I should finally officially introduce myself. I'm Monica and I've had my dreads for a year and ...four months roughly. I've no pics tho...lack of digi cam and am not in the know for the whole posting-of-the-picture thing. So anyways, I dreaded my boyfriends hair about five months ago, I took my time and did a good job(i think:)), I worked on them alll the time, just tidying up loose ends and what not, and they were good. He said he had wanted them fer a long long time so I was just like okay lets make dreads.
He moved to BC a month and a bit ago, and I'm in ONtario. SUre distance is tough,but I wrote letters and stuff. He called me a few days ago and it was the same ol hows work blah blah blah, and then hes like "im thinking of cutting my hair, its not what I want right now" so of course i say "AAH? pardonay?"
Then we talked on Monday night and he definitely broke up with me.
I suppose this doesn't make much sense, but I put a lot more then just time into those dreads, and the relationship.
I don't get it.
But now I almost wish he WOULD cut them off(not that I'll ever see it or anything...), and just erase me or something.
thats life i guess.
at least ive got my health, and my dreads.