Oh? The local frozen yogurt got a new flavor called creamy crack?
Not quite.
You see there’s this form of bullying between women of color. I had no idea that this was a thing until I met my wife. She used to get a perm, or relaxer, to get her straight because
- she enjoyed it
- it made her feel pretty
- she can do whatever she wants
Then she met some people that were “natural nazis,” (her words not mine) and that mixed with other aspects of life she changed her hair to become more natural.
I would occasionally tease her when she would be talking to her other natural friends (the nice ones) saying that she was plotting against those who enjoyed the creamy crack.
Why am I writing about natural vs perm?
Because tonight I became team creamy crack.
I’ve never been happy with a haircut. When I would go get a haircut I would be very passive and say “Yeah it looks great.” Then get home and shave my head because I wasn’t happy. That plus I really only paid $8 for a haircut.
For the first time in a while I can actually say that I’m happy with how my hair turned out. The lady, Lena, did an awesome job and she said that she could add a cream to my hair to get it straight and make it look how I want.
That’s really what this is about. I added something to my hair to make it look how I want it to, which in turn makes me happy.
So for the women out there that feel like they’re being bullied/harassed/excluded because you’re on that creamy crack…
Tell em’ to buzz off.
#TeamCreamyCrack
Death of Me 