"You need to pick your afro daddy, because it's flat on one side."

For those who don't know (shameful) that's a Erykah Badu reference. It's particularly apropos because as the barometric pressure rises in The South my hair starts to stick together and flatten.

I don't make a secret out of the fact that I don't comb (or brush) my hair. I don't wear my hair this way because I'm making some cultural statement condemning straightening what's meant to be curly. I wear it this way because I'm lazy as fuck.

For the past several months my hair has been perfectly manageable. It curled where it was supposed to and was full of body. I don't know if it was the pregnancy hormones or what, but it was a fabulous time. Come to think of it, I didn't lose any hair until recently so maybe it was the pregnancy hormone dealie.

Anyway, its starting to mat. Because I take the cavewoman approach to hair care (wet and walk away), whenever there's a clump I just rip it out. If it's a really bad clump I bring in the scissors and just cut the whole wad off. I'm afraid to see what kind of mess has been made when I finally do comb it.

I'm making a pact with myself. This week, I have to run a comb through my hair. All of it. I'm sure I'll be cleaning hair out of the bathroom rug for weeks as a result, but it beats feeling like a slob, I'm sure.

Pictures to follow soon.

Posted by Tiffany at March 18, 2007 12:47 PM | TrackBack