I long envied her Senegalese twists - they were beautiful, and suited her perfectly - so I can understand the wrench it must have been to lose them, but the way she is openly and forthrightly processing the loss of her hair is inspiring.
I knew a ginger white guy with dreads who was a very fine and upstanding kind of liberal lobbyist. He did not smell of weed, at least during working hours. He may be the exception that proves the rule.
The first Black woman I ever seriously dated had sickle cell trait-related alopecia. She wore a wig constantly - nice looking one, too - but was apparently freaked that I might "discover" she had very little, very short, and very patchy hair on her head. In the dark she took off her wig while I was in the bathroom. I came back and found her sitting straight up, rigidly, instead of relaxing on the bed. I could tell there was something different about her silhouette, too, though it took my eyes a little bit to refocus. By the time I sat down on the bed next to her, she was almost shaking.
For the people who have this, this is a ***huge*** deal with a lot of shame attached. [I am, of course, not saying that's how it should be, just saying that that is how it actually is right now.] It took a fuckload of courage for that girlfriend to expose her natural hair to me, one on one and in the dark after I had already clearly expressed my affection for her and attraction to her.
It's remembering that woman quivering with fear on my bed in the dark that makes me qualified to say, Pressley, you're a straight-up BadAss.
I've joked a few times in the past about shaving down to completely bald but being afraid to because my head's probably all weird and lumpy underneath my hair. Truth is, my hair's my one vanity (such as I have) and I'm too chickenshit to willingly part with it. If I ever lost it to disease I'd probably be a hot mess of shot nerves and rampant depression.
She looks stunning. Confidant. Noble. Regal. I don't need or want the pejorative confidence of a mediocre white man, I should wish for (half! Just half would do!) the courage and strength god gave a black woman.
I absolutely applaud Ms Pressley for revealing her new, gorgeous bald self. She is stunning and brave and deserves all good things.
Unfortunately, not all alopecia sufferers are beautiful black women with fantastic skin. Some are old, fat white women who would look like a mushroom if they showed their real scalp. So the true step forward will be when women like me with androgenic hair loss can show their male pattern baldness without mockery, and people stop giving a shit how much hair anyone has, regardless of gender.
Oh man, that's hard on a woman, way more than my poor 20yo boyfriend when he was prematurely balding. (I still married the boy. :) ) Pressley rocks regardless.
He has it backwards, as usual. The dopes and babies are his base.
She looks so strong and honest and gorgeous.
I long envied her Senegalese twists - they were beautiful, and suited her perfectly - so I can understand the wrench it must have been to lose them, but the way she is openly and forthrightly processing the loss of her hair is inspiring.
Would contribute.
I knew a ginger white guy with dreads who was a very fine and upstanding kind of liberal lobbyist. He did not smell of weed, at least during working hours. He may be the exception that proves the rule.
The first Black woman I ever seriously dated had sickle cell trait-related alopecia. She wore a wig constantly - nice looking one, too - but was apparently freaked that I might "discover" she had very little, very short, and very patchy hair on her head. In the dark she took off her wig while I was in the bathroom. I came back and found her sitting straight up, rigidly, instead of relaxing on the bed. I could tell there was something different about her silhouette, too, though it took my eyes a little bit to refocus. By the time I sat down on the bed next to her, she was almost shaking.
For the people who have this, this is a ***huge*** deal with a lot of shame attached. [I am, of course, not saying that's how it should be, just saying that that is how it actually is right now.] It took a fuckload of courage for that girlfriend to expose her natural hair to me, one on one and in the dark after I had already clearly expressed my affection for her and attraction to her.
It's remembering that woman quivering with fear on my bed in the dark that makes me qualified to say, Pressley, you're a straight-up BadAss.
This brings to mind Melissa Etheridge's 2005 Grammy performance. She was being treated for cancer and chose not to wear a wig on stage.
I've joked a few times in the past about shaving down to completely bald but being afraid to because my head's probably all weird and lumpy underneath my hair. Truth is, my hair's my one vanity (such as I have) and I'm too chickenshit to willingly part with it. If I ever lost it to disease I'd probably be a hot mess of shot nerves and rampant depression.
She looks stunning. Confidant. Noble. Regal. I don't need or want the pejorative confidence of a mediocre white man, I should wish for (half! Just half would do!) the courage and strength god gave a black woman.
I absolutely applaud Ms Pressley for revealing her new, gorgeous bald self. She is stunning and brave and deserves all good things.
Unfortunately, not all alopecia sufferers are beautiful black women with fantastic skin. Some are old, fat white women who would look like a mushroom if they showed their real scalp. So the true step forward will be when women like me with androgenic hair loss can show their male pattern baldness without mockery, and people stop giving a shit how much hair anyone has, regardless of gender.
I should live so long.
Oh man, that's hard on a woman, way more than my poor 20yo boyfriend when he was prematurely balding. (I still married the boy. :) ) Pressley rocks regardless.
Once again, a black person puts Drumpf to shame, just by being herself.
She looks fine.
Not sure about that shade of lipstick, though, but that's a matter of taste - and since it can be easily changed, it's not at all relevant.
I'm more interested in knowing what items of legislation are on her desk for her consideration.
I've only seen it once, right when it came out. I may have to check it out again.
Oh, and I always called it Star Trek: The Motionless Picture.
All the LOVE UP for this.
P'raps it's my generational thing showing, but I've always found man-buns to be stupidly hilarious.
Of course, probably the generational thing again, when I retired, I decided there was absolutely no reason in the world for me to get a haircut.
Oh, man. Sickle cell trait-related. Got it now. Oh, man. That is ROUGH.
MY EYES ARE WET AGAIN. DAMN MESQUITE TREES.