White people discover skin bleaching. Film at 11.

I don't even know why I try anymore. Hammering nails into my head would get about the same effect.

"What's the big deal, people tan too and no one cares about that!" "I use it for my freckles and age spots!"

:banghead:

how black people have known about things (skin bleaching, hair straightening, white privilege, racism, etc.) for decades, and white people find out and act like it's late breaking news!

And then it isn't because what's the big deal?! :argh:

I had to step away from that thread for my own mental health.

:rofl: :rofl: :rofl:

Black folks have been using straightening irons and wearing weaves since -- FOREVER. And now that white folks are doing it now, not only is it portrayed as late breaking news, but the prices for these things has SKYROCKETED.

When I was 18, I bought a Gold n' Hot straightening iron for $35. And bitched about how much that cost! Now, I'm seeing these damn things cost as much as 200 FREAKING dollars. If my Gold n' hot didn't shoot flames every time I plugged it in, I'd probably still be using it.

I was reading an article about how white women are now being told not to wash their hair every day, and the backlash that's occurred as a result because it's all just sooo new to them. 100 years after the last black woman stopped washing her hair every day, white women are hearing about it and again, acting like it's latest breaking news. It's just too funny. :)

I spent many a Sunday morning growing up sitting in the kitchen holding my ears while my grandmama got me with the hot comb. Little did I know they would charge hundreds for it in fancy salons a couple of decades later.

The weave thing really cracks me up, too. Don't forget they have to call them "extensions".

BTW did you see that story about that lady whose weave stopped a bullet?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ekKpAIc_9tM

It's a bird...it's a plane...it's Superweave! :D

My ex-girlfriend has her sister straighten her hair with a curling iron. The irons were iron indeed and looked like relics from the 1800s, pulled out of the kitchen drawer and heated to red-hot over the gas flame.

Culture shock for this white boy. I have very straight ash-blond hair that has not the slightest curl unless I sleep on it wet.

I had never seen this before, and tried to stay cool on the outside while totally freaked on the inside. I was concerned about massive scalp burns, but this possibility didn't seem to bother the GF at all.

Later in this relationship my girlfriend got a weave, and I sometimes went hair-shopping with her. I did not know these stores existed, either. Somewhere in Inglewood, CA. The GF would used the synthetic hair, which seemed to haunt me long after we broke up, and she moved out. The stuff was as strong as steel and bring my vacuum to a complete halt, and hang around the apartment forever. Ah, memories.

heat over hot stove flame, use with care.

We still have that exact one in the kitchen drawer. My ears hurt just looking at it! (My grandmother used to always get me in the ears by accident when I was a kid)

...when the white boy goes shopping for hair (and/or hair care products.) ;)

some of dh's co-workers damn near gave him "honorary status" because he confessed to going solo to buy supplies and "hair" for me. (at the time, i was doing the "phony pony-tail" thing, while recovering from a hair salon bad ju ju incident. it completely wrecked my hair. :rofl:) he knew the stock numbers of the hair to ask for, etc. they were quite impressed. :spray:

well that, and his stories of the times he's been pulled over and harassed by the police (for no apparent reason, other than they were bored). :eyes:

but back to the hair. one of my gf's was way jealous. her husband (black) hated her phony pony-tails, and threw fits when she tried to wear them. she said she had to smuggle them in the house like contraband (or crack). :rofl:

When I was visiting my GF in Milwaukee and she knew where all the Korean beauty supply stores in town were. And knew what Pink was.

Then I knew it was true love.

I know it well. My wife likes Noodle Head.

The array of products for black women's hair is quite amazing.

And for Extra Credit, or an Advanced Merit Badge ....

I cut my wife's hair. She wears it in a short natural, and has had a difficult time finding black hair stylists who have done anything at all with natural styles. We were both having trouble finding barbers/stylists who were not flakes, or didn't disappear, or whatever, and ended up buying a home hair-cutting kit with all kinds of attachments for about $30, and I cut hers, and she cuts mine, and we have saved bundles.

She used to cut her own hair, and had me do the back, and began to trust me more over time. I have an art background, though, so she trusted my aesthetic sense a little more. I learned to work with her hair texture, and everything is cool.

We are low maintenance people into low maintenance styles.

My husband is white and one of the smartest men I have EVER known. I taught him how to play spades once, the quintessential black folks card game. :) The second time we played, he beat me. THAT is how smart this man is.

I love him like I never thought I could love anyone in my life and I still would not let him anywhere near my head. He offered to do my hair when I first got to Australia; after I got through giving him my "baby, are you out of your damn mind??" look he never offered again.

I have had to train these white girls in Australia to do relaxers and with my METICULOUS instructions (one girl actually had to sit down and drink some water after I showed her how to do a relaxer because I was watching her EVERY SINGLE MOVE so closely that I was completely freaking her out) they got really good at it. Now I go to a black woman from Ghana and she's lovely.

Your wife must really, REALLY, love you kwassa. Really. :) That's a beautiful thing.

:spray:
why does every sister have a "gold n'hot" horror story? lol. and why do some of those irons shoot sparks and flames?
:scared:

i bought my flat-iron (at cost) from a stylist that cut my hair while i was transitioning (from a relaxer). when i see what people are paying for them retail these days....wow. i'm so thankful i got it when i did.

Oh my Lord, this thread has brought back MEM-RIES. :)

Between the gold n' hot and hot comb horror stories, my ears and neck are truly having flashbacks. ((runs off to get Vaseline))

a girl whose locker was near mine complimented my braids then asked if I ever washed my hair. I replied, "Yes, do you?" When she yelled that of course she did I asked why she got upset when I asked her the same question she asked me. Apparently she was normal. I just looked and said it's the 1990's not 1890's and went to class.