Organic Male v. Traditional Man do

So if we (two men) were super heroes I think the world would look at me as the villain and the regular hair styled fellow as the good guy. The problem with this analogy is that I am not evil nor a rebel but pressed against the world’s view I may fall somewhere in between. I would be a hybrid between the two traits which would make me  [pause]… different. Whereas the guy who conforms to the hair norms is safe, supposedly. His hair makes him so, right? Well, I disagree. Nothing says that or stays the same forever. I would be bold and say that their hair choices are not any different. Meaning, just because your hair is low, neat and well place it does make you any more marketable for the same job than I. This is especially so for men. My hair’s evolution is a carbon copy of who I am. We are evolving. We no longer just wear short safe hairstyles. We wear bold styles to further define our personalities. We are
professionals. We are all that subordinate styles were after the 70s afro. We are men with jobs that support our families. We are not super heroes (sadly) but real men who live by the drums in our heads with unique dos. Yes, we are men. And yes, we are organic.

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It’s All About Organic Everything Until …

…you put hair at the helm. Then it is all about what’s deemed normal. So many black women are conflicted in what to think of their natural hair. Admittedly I have never had to deal with the complexities of being a woman no more than being married to one. What I have found is that being natural is not a big deal in the workplace. It really seems non existent. Where the trouble comes is mainly from their peers. The older women overwhelmingly oppose being natural. They prefer permed or weaved styles mostly. So when a women (young or old) goes natural I have seen them shun the brave ones, citing them as being flawed or misguided in some way. This is a horrible way to treat your kind. Only to congratulate a women with permed hair fondly and speak outwardly about their approval. They pat them on the back figuratively, as if to say welcome to the club and nice do. All the while suppressing the other woman’s desire to be her natural, unpermed God-given self. That seems unfair and short sighted from my view.

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I hate those…

…where have you been tags. I hate reintroducing myself to those who know me just because I have been off the scene for a minute. I realize that life goes in cycles and no matter how consistent I try to be with things like posting, frequenting my blog or seeking new friendships that i am only good for a season. These are my rhythms. This is how I flow. Ok…whew…now that that’s out – my dreads have been growing wonderfully! I am so proud of how I have handled my growth (hair related) and shrinking crowds on this journey with a proud acceptance. Pics coming soon.