Vanity: July 2004 Archives

I confess that for all my worldly, 34-years of hanging around, I'm still Wonder Bread. I'm an unexposed, sheltered white boy from the flatlands of Ohio and there really isn't too much that's not whitebread abotu me...except my hair. I have brotha / sista hair. It's dry, course, kinky-curly, and the bane of my existance. Since college, I've kept it short-short so I didn't have to deal with tha afro-qualities of it. Big hair just never fit into my self-image. Consequently, since there is very little I can do with my hair style-wise, it get's pretty much left alone.

But like a good sistah, I got myself to the beauty parlor today and got a relaxer treatment which I hadn't done for years and years. Nothing like a pale white boy getting the funk down because he has sucky hair.

So I snap this pic tonight and realize that while the hair doesn't really look all that different, it does hae a certain, Superman-like quality to it. So I'm keeping it for a while.