From the time I could recognize myself in the mirror, my hair has driven me crazy. Big, brown, a hodgepodge of curls, waves, frizz, ringlets, and cowlicks, like a wild horse, nothing would contain…it. Barrettes popped under the strain. Rubber bands went flying, as if the strands themselves were launching pads for projectiles. Headbands sat on top of the chaos, unable or unwilling to dive closer to my scalp. A friend said I had Jewess hair. I looked it up. I couldn't decide if that was a good or… >> Read More
It took 42 years, 4 months, and 18 days, but I think I may actually now like my hair. No, not the hair I was born with, but rather a finely tuned version that has taken years to attain.
Too long.…Too short. Too straight. Too dark. Too light. Too frizzy. Too flat. I can’t win! One morning recently I was working when my mom called, “Rae, what are you doing at 1:00 today?” Umm, why? “Because I made you an appointment to get a Keratin treatment. I am paying for it. I’ll be over in… >> Read More
When I was a little girl, my chestnut brown, wavy hair curled at the bottom like a smooth pipe of pasta. As a teenager, my curls would inflate as the humidity rose, and Jewish friends would tease…that my hair was exposing my ethnicity. Where I grew up in southern Virginia, hair stylists would shake their heads quizzically at my hybrid, curly-straight mane. Most of their clients sported Farrah Fawcett wings with silky tresses in shades of sand, lemon, or vanilla wafers. In the era before “blow out” referred to a hair… >> Read More
Born with a full head of hair, by my first birthday it had grown into a crown of luscious curls. My mother left them short; it was cute, sure, but mostly she had no idea what else to do with it. As I…got older I grew a respectable Jew-fro. I’d throw pillow cases over my head and pretend I had long, flowing locks like those of my Barbie dolls and favorite Disney princesses, not to mention many of my friends. Starting in middle school, my mother and I shared the same “soccer mom” haircut. I carefully smoothed… >> Read More
What does straight hair have to do with cheerleading? We don't know either. But a Texas mom, Jenny Fallow, told ABC 13 her 11-year-old daughter was kicked off her cheerleading squad, all because she…wouldn't straighten her long, curly (beautiful!) hair. Woodland Elite Cheer Company insisted Makayla straighten her locks for a competition, despite the fact that her mother said it would "destroy" her hair. Not to mention, it sends the message that there's something wrong with curly hair. Makayla is biracial, so her cheer director Kevin Tonner told her, "I know… >> Read More