Hair today, gone tomorrow – the ever evolving mystery of black women and their hair. One day short next day long, one day kinky, next day straight. We can’t deny, that every strand of our hair is coated in art, politics and history.
Chivalry is officially dead, please can we have a moment of silence. Investigations are not yet conclusive, but I heard from a post-modernist, who heard from a womanist, that a feminist struck the fatal blow. I can see the headlines – Feminism Slaughters Chivalry in a Brutal Battle for Women’s Rights !
Angry black woman, oh please! This depiction of black women is redundant. Yes I can get angry; yes I’m black and yes it so happens that I’m a woman. And yes there is a hint of ‘attitude’ in my tone, but please don’t conclude that I’m angry. It’s not anger, its passion mingled with a hint of frustration. Shockingly black women (just like other human beings) can experience a spectrum of emotions; anger is ONE of them but so are joy, fear and admiration.