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Random Thoughts
I typically do not watch the Academy Awards, but something compelled me to stay up and watch this past Sunday.
Sapphire
The movie Precious is based on the book Push. “Push was unpublished before being discovered by the renowned feminist literary agent Charlotte Sheedy, whose interest created demand and eventually led to a bidding war. Sapphire submitted the first 100 pages of Push to a publisher auction in 1995 and the highest bidder offered her $500,000 to finish the novel.”(1) WOW!
Joking around, TRYING to be funny, I told someone they looked like Susan Boyle. Not to mention, she was a Black woman that had no features to resemble her. She really took offense and said that, I looked like a field slave with my nappy hair.
I don’t know about yal, but it really hurt my feelings. The whole situation had me lost for words. I think it hurt mainly because, I don’t look at my friends in terms of light skin and dark skin. It also left me with many questions on the mindset of people within 2010. Would it be better if I looked like a house slave? Honestly, to be a descendant of any slave shows the strength and determination that is within our blood. The Thirteenth Amendment abolished slavery in 1865, 145 years ago. I am proud, in this short time, ‘we as a people’ have advanced, however…‘We as a people’ still have stragglers with a “slave mentality”. They say things like, “She’s pretty for a dark skin girl.”
I hope you had a Happy Valentine’s Day! If you are single on this commercially romantic day, I hope you used it as an opportunity to pamper yourself. You deserve it!
It sounds like a lot of you, especially wild sleepers, have problems keeping their hair under wraps over night. A few of you have asked, what do you use to cover you head at night?
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Movie: Avatar
I have not seen the movie, but its description sounds familiar. Humans go to the planet of Pandora to extract a precious mineral. To extract this precious mineral, the indigenous people Na’vi are asked to leave peacefully. Because the Na’vi feel the land is sacred, they refuse to leave. Greed, power and money start serious conflicts between the two. There is one line in the trailer when one of their humans say something about the Na’vi only having bows and arrows while the humans have machine guns. The graphics seem amazing. If you are into sci-fi this seems like a movie-watchers dream. While watching the trailer I ignored all the amazing graphics. Instead I was focusing on the various hairstyles of the Na’vi including braids and locs.
After being natural since 2001, I decided to do a Big Chop (BC) towards the end of 2006.
I can only remember my Mother with short hair in two variations, relaxed or natural. After relaxing and dying her limited grays a subtle burgundy, her beautician would take a thin curling iron for impeccable rows of tight spritz curls. After a visit to the salon she would have fresh curls and scabs. She was so tender headed, and her scalp so sensitive she always fell victim to chemical burns. 
I always thought it was user error, but now I think the harsh chemicals just didn’t agree with her.
Her alternative, money saving doo was the short natural fro. This simple style held several variations depending on the mood of her barber. The lower the fade, the better and more compliments she would receive. I admire her ability to shine by taking away the distraction of hair. 
When I found out my mother was sick, my hair started to fall out. Unable to maintain healthy hair, I finally decided to shave it off, just like my Mom. I moved back home to help her through what I thought would be a temporary sickness. In a way I was correct. In a matter of months, my vibrant and loving Mom had passed.
After dealing with her sickness, and death my health declined. I lost weight and had trouble thinking clearly. In my own way, I felt proud to wear my hair short and natural just like my mother. My resemblance to her helped when I looked in the mirror every day. My nephews would tell me, wow, you look just like nana, as their hugs grew tighter. I think they imagined they were hugging their grandmother.
A year later, after much soul searching and healing, I began to grow my hair again. After going through so much distress, the fact that I have a full head of healthy hair means a lot. For me, it represents my inner growth.
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