The Drips
January 11, 2009
These days I’m rockin’ a sweet-ass fro. Not as sweet Ms. Badu, but sweet enough. Some things non-fro wearers need to know about the fro:
1) It takes work. I have to get my naturally-snarly hair into an afro-shape each morning by pulling it apart with my fingers or by combing it out in the shower.
2) If I lay down or lean back in the car, the fro gets squished and matted down. I then have to pick it apart again (which is hard to do in a Denny’s parking lot).
3) As someone not into blow driers, I have to suffer the indignity of drippy hair while the fro dries. Due to it’s shortness, when I wrap it in a towel the towel quickly slides off my head in an undignified fashion. Anyway – all I want in this world is this:
Hair Turban
Oh my gosh, that scary white woman with the ugliest lipstick I’ve ever seen has the hair accessory of my dreams. All I want is to pop that thing on my head so that my hair can dry without me having cold water and leave-in conditioner dripping down my neck.
