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I had a random man come up to me in the grocery store (he worked at the store) and ask if my hair was real. I asked him, would you walk up to a white woman and ask the same question or would you automatically assume it was her hair? He had a dumb look on his face. Then I asked, what if I was a cancer survivor and I was self conscious about wearing a wig due to hair loss from chemo? If this was so, you would make me feel bad. I told him to think twice about asking the next woman about her hair because you don't know what she's going through.
After I got done with him he just said yes maam and I walked away.
At the time I was wearing a sew in but still.....I think it's rude and you don't just walk up to me and ask a personal question like that. If I volunteer the information then fine but don't get so comfortable with me that you think it's the equivalent to, "hello how are you?"
I look forward to being asked again but this time I want it to the next level. I want hair so good that people of at least three different ethnicities ask about it in one day - preferably before lunch. And I want one of them to cross the street or make a u-turn to ask.![]()
People are too curious and comfortable these days. I cannot STAND it when someone asks a rude question and I vent about it, and the person I'm talking to is like, "Well don't be upset, they were just curious." And I'm like, "Please, I don't know them from Adam. Curiosity killed the cat." No home training these days. NONE!
Why you mad though? They were just being "curious." **innocent look**I recently visited some family members in Indiana and they invited me to their church. It was my second time that week going and you know how church folk are when they notice someone new![]()
So anyway, My husbands side of the family is white and the Aunt who invited me to the church wanted to introduce me to the Pastor's wife..erplexed..who was waiting looking like she was ready to pounce. It was a in a good, Glad-to-meet-cha-have-you-made- Jesus-your-personal-saviour-join-this-church! kinda way
So it was her and another younger equally beautiful woman and they both surrounded me and I seriously felt like I was under a microscope with the touching and the hands in my hair. It really all happened so fast, I was instantly shy.
First question, no lie. 'Now what are you mixed with?"
Completely caught off guard "Uhh.."
Not sure if I should go into the whole, Weeelll, you know due to slavery....
"Nothing, I'm black"
Cocking her head to one side with a determined squinty eyed look on her face.
"No. Really, what are you?"
Starting to feel annoyed.
" I'm black, unless my mom and dad have something to tell me, ha ha." ( Nervous lame attempt at trying to bring in some humor because i'm seriously feeling probed)
"Wow, I wouldv'e guessed you were Polynesian or something, wait a minute, is this your hair???" whilst petting my Anita LF in #2
sigh.
"Nope. This is a peice." I wouldn't have lied anyway but if I wasn't under pressure i could've at least deflected the question a bit or...something...
The younger girl started gushing over her excitement that my hair was not real and how fooled she was, and I swear she was moments away from saying something like, "You know, black women are so creative! I wish I could wear wigs or weave, but I just can't ya know *insert flippant giggle*"Her hair was highlighted, bleach blond and waistlength.
Satisfied now. "Ooooh, okay. THAT's what it is. Your so beautiful. I would've pegged you as Puerto Rican." ( Clearly this is Terre Haute, Indiana where the racial diversity is so stunningly non-existant that I am mistaken as polynesian and puerto rican in the same encounter....)
The Pastor's wife grabs a black woman trying to exit with her scrambling 2 year old, "Hey, doesn't she look Puerto Rican?!!"
The black woman gives me a once over from top to bottom...I mean really, we are still in church..did she have to start from my head and go alllllllllll the way to my shoes?
"No. I've seen real Puerto Ricans and she doesn't look anything like one."and then leaves.
Awkward. Embarrassed. Oh the gamut of emotions incited from my hair which actually was fake. I know this wasn't a weave check on real hair story, but I had to get that off my chest.
EllePixie, you should've seen the look on this woman's face when I was telling her I was all black. Ya'll know what I mean. It's like if your attractive, it's attributed to some other ethinicity waaaaaay back in your hidden family tree. She wasn't satisfied with my I'm all black answer even with these huge lips and wide nose. It was like she demanded to know why I looked the way I do. I wasn't mad, I did feel cornered, though.
Just looked at your location.You know weave queens are all up and through the D. I get it all the time given the length and color, doesn't bother me at all.
Ask about their breast and/or butt implants. If they make a move to touch the hair, move your hand towards the "implants". Sometimes you have to illustrate the rudeness by example.
I was at Applebee's Saturday with my sis and her best friend, who happens to be a very attractive man. Well, two of the servers(females) kept walking past our table and giving me looks. Well, as we leave one of the girls holds the door for us. She ooohed and awwed over his Omega gear and then turns to me and says in a huffy voice "nice hair..." and then giggles under her breath. I said "Thanks, when I take it out tonite I will bring it back for you!" She says " I told her (co-worker) that was a weave." I lean forward ( I am 6 ft 3) and part my hair down to the scalp and say "actually it's not....but I knew that is what you thought." I roll my eyes and walk out.
I will be uploading my photos some time this week. I previously removed all my pics because two showed up on another site and I don't know why or how.
***I mentioned the part about the guy because I think the chic called herself trying to flirt with him and then thought she would make an attempt at embarrassing me in front of him.......Didn't work!***
People are too curious and comfortable these days. I cannot STAND it when someone asks a rude question and I vent about it, and the person I'm talking to is like, "Well don't be upset, they were just curious." And I'm like, "Please, I don't know them from Adam. Curiosity killed the cat." No home training these days. NONE!
I had a random man come up to me in the grocery store (he worked at the store) and ask if my hair was real. I asked him, would you walk up to a white woman and ask the same question or would you automatically assume it was her hair? He had a dumb look on his face. Then I asked, what if I was a cancer survivor and I was self conscious about wearing a wig due to hair loss from chemo? If this was so, you would make me feel bad. I told him to think twice about asking the next woman about her hair because you don't know what she's going through.
After I got done with him he just said yes maam and I walked away.
At the time I was wearing a sew in but still.....I think it's rude and you don't just walk up to me and ask a personal question like that. If I volunteer the information then fine but don't get so comfortable with me that you think it's the equivalent to, "hello how are you?"
I recently visited some family members in Indiana and they invited me to their church. It was my second time that week going and you know how church folk are when they notice someone new![]()
So anyway, My husbands side of the family is white and the Aunt who invited me to the church wanted to introduce me to the Pastor's wife..erplexed..who was waiting looking like she was ready to pounce. It was a in a good, Glad-to-meet-cha-have-you-made- Jesus-your-personal-saviour-join-this-church! kinda way
So it was her and another younger equally beautiful woman and they both surrounded me and I seriously felt like I was under a microscope with the touching and the hands in my hair. It really all happened so fast, I was instantly shy.
First question, no lie. 'Now what are you mixed with?"
Completely caught off guard "Uhh.."
Not sure if I should go into the whole, Weeelll, you know due to slavery....
"Nothing, I'm black"
Cocking her head to one side with a determined squinty eyed look on her face.
"No. Really, what are you?"
Starting to feel annoyed.
" I'm black, unless my mom and dad have something to tell me, ha ha." ( Nervous lame attempt at trying to bring in some humor because i'm seriously feeling probed)
"Wow, I wouldv'e guessed you were Polynesian or something, wait a minute, is this your hair???" whilst petting my Anita LF in #2
sigh.
"Nope. This is a peice." I wouldn't have lied anyway but if I wasn't under pressure i could've at least deflected the question a bit or...something...
The younger girl started gushing over her excitement that my hair was not real and how fooled she was, and I swear she was moments away from saying something like, "You know, black women are so creative! I wish I could wear wigs or weave, but I just can't ya know *insert flippant giggle*"Her hair was highlighted, bleach blond and waistlength.
Satisfied now. "Ooooh, okay. THAT's what it is. Your so beautiful. I would've pegged you as Puerto Rican." ( Clearly this is Terre Haute, Indiana where the racial diversity is so stunningly non-existant that I am mistaken as polynesian and puerto rican in the same encounter....)
The Pastor's wife grabs a black woman trying to exit with her scrambling 2 year old, "Hey, doesn't she look Puerto Rican?!!"
The black woman gives me a once over from top to bottom...I mean really, we are still in church..did she have to start from my head and go alllllllllll the way to my shoes?
"No. I've seen real Puerto Ricans and she doesn't look anything like one."and then leaves.
Awkward. Embarrassed. Oh the gamut of emotions incited from my hair which actually was fake. I know this wasn't a weave check on real hair story, but I had to get that off my chest.
lol thats funny!I just wanna say i think it's funny because people always assume my half-wig tammy is my real hair. When my hair was APL/relaxed people thought it was fake. You really can't win for losing lol.
I rarely have anyone ask me if my hair is real when it is straight. But when it is curly all day people are asking me what kind of hair I'm using.
I have only recently noticed the number of "natural-textured" weaves out there. I guess it's a step in the right direction. LOL I'm going to have to say that maybe it comes from being in a concentrated area of black people in a major metropolitan area...but the weaves and wigs are everrrrywhere! I mean it's so common it's not even funny. Every style, pretty much every texture, there are a lot of black women (even on here) wearin' fake hair.
Now that's not to say white women (and others) don't do it too, but I would love to go to a black megachurch on a Sunday, and string together all the fake hair--I'm sure it would stretch around the world at least once. OK, maybe just across town, but really, it's part of the culture.
I honestly don't think people are trying to be offensive. And, I have to say, i think it's really only embarrassing if someone asks you if it's real--and it's not! Otherwise, they're saying in a very non-constructive socially skill-less way: I'm impressed with the length and the health of your hair. OK, let me stop beatin' this horse!
Girl the wig thing is CRAZY in Harlem the stores on 125th street cater to the wigs as much as the regular styling products
I know! Every BSS has an extensive wig and weave selection. I am usually the only person in the store buying styling products! Everyone else is buying hair!