I dont care what anybody has ever said, because I always say they are spanish speaking haitians. Anyway...
My first and last experience at a dominican salon was just super annoying and saddening.I went to get a blow out, and I had my hair in a scrunched up ponytail. Well everybody was looking at me like what the heck was I doing in there. I looked around at most of them with their weaves and hair much shorter than mine, and thought the nerve.
Anyway, after a wash and a blow out, my hair was almost apl. It was full and bouncy, and all them hephers did was stare. The lady that did the blow out looked so proud and happy with herself. As I was paying, the lady asked me was I mixed with something to have such nice hair. I looked her square in the eye and told her "nope, all black. Matter of fact, Im haitian". She had the most startled look on her face as did the rest of them. I just walked out really satisfied at first, then as I drove home, I got sad. I thought what a shame that to these woman I and them only had worth based on how silky our hair was, and not about whom we were
.
After that ofcourse I never went back. Not to mention, that was waaaayyyyy to much heat on my head. It was just a yucky experience overall.
My neighbor is dominican (darkewith 3c hair). Her mother is a black dominican woman, but they are super duper sweet. One time her daughter got in an argument with my daughter and her annoying little boy jumped in and told my daughter they didnt like her anyway cause she was black. Mind you, these children are dark with 2c hair. I walked over there, girl Im sure you could have seen the smoke coming out of my ears. I told his little butt he had some nerve when his mother and grandmother were almost as dark as me.
I also reminded him that he should run inside cause he was getting darker by the minute since and his sister were also dark. I told him to make sure and run home and tell that!
When the father who is a white PR came over complaining I told him I dont deal with grown children and I for sure dont deal with that ridiculous mess. His kids came over looking for a fight, and ohhh honey they got one! There was no talking to him, but when his wife came home she was mortified. She apologized for everything, and we have since become pretty close. I will not lie to you though when I tell you, I cant stand those kids
. Its sad, but they know it too. Its almost as if there is an unspoken thing between us. When they say something that they know is over the line, they tend to look at me and I give them that look. Sometimes I wish we could move
. Too much drama!
Ou fou, wi.
