Saturday, October 15, 2011

Sister Escape... Now Live in Living Color

Or at least, now on Facebook.

That's right. You heard us. We have given in to the man and have expanded to Facebook. We are 105 members strong in only 3 days and constantly growing. We wanted to open up our escape concept to a place where dialogue with others can be open about anything.  The idea of our Facebook group is for members to feel free to use this space to post inspiring or funny stories, the latest gossip, political fodder, general thoughts, questions, or ideas, music, or anything that comes to mind!

So I hope you will join us. We've already had some fun, creative, informative, and interesting posts. And don't plan to stop!


Pig-Pen

Forgive me motivational speakers, bloggers and candy companies, for I have sinned. Time and time again, you have drilled it into me that "it's not what happens to you, it's how you react to it". You have advised me "to do what's right for me". Hell, Hershey said "there was no wrong way to eat a Reese's". So I know that if something works for me, I should stick to it. That there isn't a wrong and right way, just a different way. But when people look at you like your subhuman, my gut reaction is still to feel low.

Yes, that low.

So what did I do that wasn't working for me just so that I wouldn't feel judged?

Washed my hair until it felt like Brillo.

One morning, I realized pulling my hair back into a puff was giving me a headache. It's kind of emotionally comforting to subdue my hair. Fros can attract some serious attention and sometimes, I like to feel invisible. But at the expense of my scalp? Hell no. So I got over my fro fear, washed and conditioned in the shower and went to work looking like the female Lenny Kravitz. (Nah, I don't have dreads but that's the sexiest photo my eyes have ever dilated on).

One of the guys from work saw my hair and asked if I cut it. I explained that I hadn't, that moisture makes my hair shrink. He looked confused. I asked him what was up.

"How does your hair look bigger other days if moisture makes it shrink? You don't wash your hair everyday?"

I know what the correct answer is. Or his definition of how hair should be treated. Of course I wash my hair everyday, I should say. I am not 'dirty'. I could lie and say I blow it out.

Naturally, I am honest and say I don't. "That's gross," he states with a frown. "Your hair is probably dirty and greasy. Disgusting."

From now on, call me Pig-Pen. Go on and squint, you'll see the squiggles of filth around my hair. I roll around in mud after work and use my hair to mop the halls. Yes, it's very dirty. And he's right. It is disgusting. The oil well that is my scalp is a threat to marine life.

Alas, that's simply not true. My hair doesn't get oily. Work dude didn't know that though. But I know his hair. That after a day, the sebum would travel down his hair shaft and cause a greasy, limp, look. That the bacteria feeding on his oils would make him complain that his hair smells. But he doesn't know that my scalp doesn't produce much oil. That the very little it does make, takes a bit longer to build up and even then, doesn't travel down my hair shaft the same way.

But fine, he didn't know. But worse, he didn't ask. And that's what bothered me. All he had to say was, "Really? If I don't wash my hair everyday, it gets really oily. Do you not get oily hair?"

That's all. And then a discussion would have ensued and we both would leave wiser. Instead, I left feeling like pig-pen. And googling the topic resulted in me learning the many Americans wash their hair at least every other day.

So I washed my hair more often. And it felt like a scouring pad. My hair was like hay. I knew it was bristle-like when I looked in the mirror and saw a dustpan sitting on top. My strands felt brittle, all moisture was zapped and it tangled viciously. And my poor scalp felt really tight, inflamed and dry. Shampoo commercials always advertise their product making hair feel "clean but not stripped". They weren't lying. My hair wasn't stripped, it was jacked. But worst still, I kept doing it. Because I was supposed to.

But I know better. I don't need to shampoo multiple times in a week. Conditioner can cleanse, just ask Wen, great for people with curly hair. Excellent when you don't have oily hair to begin with. It gets washed with conditioner after dancing, running, swimming, partying... But I use shampoo if my hair feels product laden.

Some people styled their hair and don't want to mess it up with a vigorous wash regimen. Like a Brazilian Keratin treatment or fresh blow out. Some people just don't feel like it. I'm neither. Okay, and a little of the latter. But I don't need to shampoo that often. And instead of trying to pretend I did so that I could save myself another insult, I need to realize that what works for me, may not work for others. And that some of those people may be so self-centered that they only see things as "my way=the right way".

Wash your hair daily or don't. If it works for you, if it's tailored to your needs and if it gives you the best results, do it or don't do it. It should be that simple. In fact, it is that simple. Sadly, open-mindedness isn't.

So question: When my hair was shorter, I'd conditioner wash and go each morning for the best hair. Does anyone use shampoo on their hair daily and it DOESN'T feel like straw?




Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Why I Hate Chris Brown



This post may seem passé but I was inspired by his appearance on last night's BET Hip Hop Awards. He joined Busta Rhymes, Wale, Eminem and other underground rappers on the show's cypher, when artists freestyle in a loosely structured format. It made sense for every other person to be there. But no, the self-centered twat had to participate and ruin what was otherwise a group of artists with a considerable amount of talent.

I hate Chris Brown. For the last two years, I cringe every time that fool appears on my TV screen or in a blog I'm reading. When I hear that god awful song "Look At Me Now" I get the sudden urge to punch a baby. And here is why.

Mr. Magic Himself

I can't tell you how much I've been missing New York City's smooth jazz station. In addition to the classic rhythm and blues station, it played music that all generations in my house could enjoy. It brings back memories of the family either playing bid whist or lively chatting with each other about politics in the living room. Smooth jazz was easy to listen to in the background and its creation is largely due to the music of one of its pioneers, the late Grover Washington Jr.


His rendition of this Bill Withers' classic is one of his most well-known songs, mostly because of its crossover appeal. The jazzier version allows Grover to showcase his mastery of the saxophone, blending perfectly with the composition of the song. Much ado is made about the validity of smooth jazz, with some not even considering it to be a legitimate sub-genre of jazz. However, critics cannot doubt the talents of Grover Washington Jr. His improvisation was sophisticated, edgy and one some songs, down right funky.


This is coming from my favorite album from him and one of the greatest jazz-funk/ soul jazz albums of all time, appropriately entitled Feels So Good. What I admire mostly was his approach to jazz in general. Some jazz musicians like Miles Davis and Charles Mingus want to get you to think, and they were geniuses at doing so. Washington, on the other hand, wanted you to feel. His sax work was very advanced, but still melodic and smooth. I find myself "singing" along to Hydra or Knucklehead because he gets the saxophone to sound like the voice of a Motown soul singer.


Now this is my favorite song by him. Grover's recordings are always so relaxed, so it surprises me to see him perform so energetically. Everybody looks as if they are having the time of their life. This performance almost looks like a jam session. Mister Magic was so funky that its beat later influenced DC-based go-go music. But his contributions to contemporary jazz are why we honor Grover Washington Jr. in this week's Throwback Tuesdays.
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