Ha...I Made a Funny

Today I was on the subway with a Loving Roomie and I was people watching...of course. I saw this girl who had relaxed her hair. I have a question...

Why do we perm our hair?

I know that there are a lot of shitty, sell out answers but I think that only ONE is true.

We don't know.
at all.

Ask any black woman, and this will be your answer....

"Well........its because (insert stutter hear)...our natural hair...um...kinky...kitchen....cannot compute...overload(explode.)

No one knows.

The most common answer you'll get is, "I can't deal with my nappy hair" Yes you can, you just don't want to. I'll understand if you just told the truth, "I dont think its the norm, and I won't be excepted." Who wants to be normal anymore? How boring. If you dont "deal" with it, respect and appreciate it, then who will?
NO ONE.

I dont know about you, but I love "dealing with my hair"

"Deal" with you childs hair. Dont put chemicals in your 5 year old childs head. Thats too young to be putting harmful detergents in their heads. Let them have a choice. EVERY Black woman I have talked to has said, and I quote, "When i was younger, my hair used to come down to here (puts hand conveniantly under boob-area) Then my mama put a perm in it and it all feel out. That outta tell you somthing. Lucky me I didnt get a perm till I was 12, doesnt make it ANY better.

Dont you know as soon as you hair is damaged by a perm you HAVE to keep putting on in. We all know that transition moment, when you hair is in rehab, and its is WITHDRAWING like a mother? That because is it addicted to the monthly, yearly or daily fix. Yum, drugs.

Sure, I wish that I had straight tresses so that I can wear a cute cropped haircut, but a relaxer won't do it for me. It won't look the same without loads of flat irons and pressing combs and a world of disappointment because my hair won't move, it looks like artificially shiny hair that feels like hay.

Heres another thing, You don't see a "normal" white girl going through so much crap, so why should I?

Its time for us to stop trying to be somthing we aren't, putting down somthing that is US. We need to understand that we are not white, and no chemical is going to change that. You see what it did to Micheal.

So on to the funny I made.

I looked at this girls head and I thought, "Why limit yourself to ONE style, when our natural hair is satisfyingly versitile and healthy. And then when you want somthing different, braid you chemically fried hair while its wet and end up with a greasy braid out....you happy with that?

I'm not trying to be militant or anything, I just want an explanation. I love straight hair as much as the next girl, but not at the expense of my health and confidence.But hey, if all that is appealing to you keep on relaxing, as long as you try your best to take care of it, and just try and love it a little more. Its more then just hair, its who you are. Also, dont put down the women who have excepted reality, and the OTHER idea of beauty.

Wish me sane, Wish me Somthing
Ari V

HA! Well then...

I just finished watching the SAG Awards with the Loving Roomies. I am officially addicted to the entire idea of award season.

A little history...

I never watched award shows before. Music award shows because they NEVER had artists that I liked perform. They only had all the ones that didn't deserve a record deal in the first place perfom. I never watched acting awards because I was always jealous because I want to be on the screen and on the stage. Petty? I suppose, but I needed to explain right?

Since meeting my Loving Roomies, I have finally felt that its ok to COMPLETELY OBSESS over movies and actors. At first I thought that I was forcing myself to do this so they would like me. Then I woke up

ME, please. It was there ALL along.

Then I remembered a rather brash and inappropriate phrase.

"You can't rape the willing."

I don't know who said it, but I find it appropriate for what I'm talking about. No, my roomies arent violently forcing me to do sexual acts with them, vasoline and a monkey( let your imagination soar on that one...) but I havent been able to be this crazy about stuff, I feel a little relieved that I can do this with people, and not by myself.

All that to say,

I love award season.
And drunk, tipsy Meryl sprinting to the stage, giving feminist speeches.

Wish me sane, wish me famous.
AriV

The Traps Have Been Set...

Yes, Poor Jake Amadeus Seymour Despereux is doomed.
Just when I was starting to like him.

Now, down to brass tax...

I have been back to Chicago for a week and I have realized that the break was WELL NEEDED. Since I have been back, I have been sketching like a mad woman. I couldnt even think of Fashion back home which scared me a bit. I tried hard to sketch, but i was dry, blocked, incapable. I refused to force any sort of creativity so left it alone.

When I came back, I helped my bestie with one of her birthday dresses, and had a metaphorical headache from the frozen, sleeping wheels in my mind, as they creaked and croaked to life. I was relieved to say the least, that I was finally capable of being inspired, of having my eyes staring off and cloaked with an idea of how to make somthing better.

Thats really all I have for today...

Wish me sane, wish me somthing,
AriVee*

Well Theres a Mouse in my Kitchen.

I could only hope that he got into the cleaning supplies.

Anyway. I am back in the Loop, getting ready for class again. However I am mostly by myself partly because my Loving Roomies have not returned and my one friend that is here spends time with here loving hubby and of course I respect that.

So in my time of isolation, I am reminded (as I am often in my sporadic periods of anti-socialism) that I dont mind being by myself. Its quite relaxing when I think about. No forced conversation, because frankly I am SICK of talking after a month and of half of "catching up" with my numerous chatty friends, and answering the dreaded, "How is Chicago" question. I always want to answer, "Have I moved back yet? Well, then there is your answer my friend." But I refrain, because rudeness leads to no more love offerings.

I like that I have an unspoken agreement with on of my Loving Roomies, that when we are together we don't HAVE to talk. Our faces say it all. Its nice to have no pressure and still have a rather healthy relationship. My other more talkative Loving Roomie chimes in at the absolute perfect times, so I don't mind HAVING to talk to her when we are together, I rather like it. Not to mention she has her quiet moments too, when she's on the phone.

Another reason I don't mind isolation is because I get a great deal of healthy thinking done. I sit on the couch and escape to the corners of my mind thinking of everything. How I am 15 dollars away from some sort of purple hair, how the hell I'm going to have dinner when there is an unwanted pet lurking in the shadows. Things of that nature, and I enjoy my 25 minutes of complete silence and staring off into space.

Then there are my blogs, its a different feeling when no one is around you as you archive you mental vomit. It's quite refreshing.

I actually cant wait until my loving roomes return, but right now, I am enjoying my solitude.

To those who suffer these,
Wish me sane, wish me somthing.

Shadows

Yea, its been awile but what ever. im sitting here listening to my to favorite album, My Brothers Blood Machine, and thinking about a lot of things. There are so many thoughts in my head that I cant even put them into words, but im gonna put their shadows down to give my brain some room to function. I know myself, and i have a tendancy to crowd my mind with ever so fast moving thoughts that i cant move, I become paralyzed and irrational. If only Pensives were real, if only Hogwarts were real. And I Digress. Anyway, While I'm overcrowding my brain i start to obesses about things that shouldnt, but I've been getting better at it. Music has become my crutch, im starting to need it more the air. Is it my goals and dreams that cause this? My constant want to be an AWESOME frontwoman in a band, or the fact that music pumps the beat into the models that stompthe runway. Or maybe its my constant need to temporarily escape my world in the other world of riffs, melodies and creativity. whatever it is i need it more then ever. is that so bad? i don't think so, but it makes me think. I think its funny when we know whats the right thing to do and we preach it to everyone else, then expect them to do what you suggest. however in our own situations we do what we want, then we go to others for advice and when they give their thoughts our thoughts are "They dont understand, they dont know us." even though thet are perfectly right. Yup, I think its perfectly hilarious. I've realized that when you some back to your hometown, the skeletons in your closet began to gain muscles, organs, skin, teeth and minds. They have minds to bring up old things, feelings, pains, all that jazz. but you deal with them because you know as soon as you leave they will die again, waiting for their next resurection. unless they get a car, then they might follow you.

Wow, I'm emo.
Wish me sane, wish me somthing
Ari*