After being missing in blogger land for a long time, I have sen and heard enough foolishness to have a lifetime's worth of things to talk about. Anyway, black women, here comes Part One.
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| My hair in a braided bun... |
The LAST time I wore braids, I was being over worked and underpaid at a company that I will not mention. One day in particular, I was sent to run an errand with two of my co-workers and the daughter of my female boss, who brought her best friend along for the ride since she claimed to be "bored at home" being unemployed.
In the car the best friend made a series of mobile phone calls from one man to the other asking for money to have her hair done. The weave she was wearing was indeed a hot mess. It looked as though she had worn it for a year and had it dragged through the streets, chewed and peed on by her dog, however, that was either my business, nor my concern.
Having had no luck in her mission she cursed and fretted all through the trip and the daughter of my boss suggested she take the hair out and wear her own hair or have her hair braided, like mine.
At the remark, the best friend snorted and said she wasn't wearing her own hair when MEN were there with money with which hair could be bought and then she glanced over her shoulder to where I was seated in the rear seat and added that she hated braids, she thought braids were ugly and people who wore braids also looked ugly.
The car went dead quiet and I could feel the eyes of my co-workers piercing into my skin. Thanking God for my Blackberry, I simply went on scrolling through my BBM contact list as if it was the most interesting thing in the world and not saying anything.
My boss' daughter laughed aloud and added that she hated braids too, then swung around in the driver's seat to add "no offence" in my direction.
To which I simply responded - "None taken." and the best friend snorted.
"You know that shit ugly, yet you want me to put it on my head."
And the two broke into laughter while my co workers sat in nervous silence.
I could have reacted many different ways in this scenario, but none of them seemed worth it when I ran them through in my head, except the "keep my mouth shut" one that I did use.
Out of the car one of my co-workers said, she could not believe that they insulted me to my face.
But she was incorrect, they attempted to insult me to my face, for the truth of the matter was, how could I be insulted by a young woman with no means of employment, a matted mat on her head and self pride so low that she would ask random men for money to do her hair in a car full of strangers?
I had spent many hours parting my rows and braiding my hair, a fact I was very proud of, and no one could take that from me.
It is a true fact everyone cannot like everything and if these two did not care for braids, or it was their opinion the braids, or the wearer was indeed ugly, there is a time and place for that opinion to be voiced, and the car at that moment was neither place nor time.
People who do not know or PRETEND not to know what is appropriate and inappropriate in an attempt to make other people feel insignificant or worthless - are not offensive to me.
This story is just one of many that go to show how black women constantly seek to bring each other down. When a "woman" (I use the term loosely) who does not know me from a hole in the wall seeks to insult me for no reason other than she felt like it, it shows how far the black woman has fallen.
Women who seek to make other women feel small have issues with their OWN self esteem and the only way they can feel good about themselves is to attempt to make others feel bad about theirs.
Of course I can go on and on about the fact that this young able bodied woman choose to stay at home, unemployed and seek money from men - to buy weave of all things, but that is a rant for another time.
And trust me - there will be another time... very soon.
xoxo
