Showing posts with label The Current. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Current. Show all posts
Friday, March 9, 2012
Paint the Blogosphere Red in Support of HIV Awareness
Rocking my Red Pumps in Support of HIV Awareness. March 10 is National Young Women and Girls HIV Awareness Day. According to the Red Pump Project, “While great progress has been made in the area of HIV/AIDS prevention and treatment, women still represent 27% of all new AIDS diagnoses, with African American women accounting for 66% of that group”.
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Monday, February 20, 2012
Women's Reproductive Health and the Connection to Hair Relaxers
A Boston University study has now linked a connection between uterine fibroid tumors, early puberty, and hair relaxers. Scalp burns, permanent hair loss, and hair stripped of proteins have not been enough to convince millions of women that relaxers pose a risk. In fact, one of the local customers at the Beauty Bar Salon says, "Well by now if something were going to happen it would have happened".
Everything that we put on our bodies matters and how long it takes for us to see those effects is irrelevant. Sadly relaxers are among the many products that we come in contact with that have been linked to cancer causing ingredients.
The best that we can do is drastically reduce our contact with these chemicals and opt for all natural ones when we can. Sometimes even finding true all natural products is pretty hard. Our deodorant, our lipsticks, our food almost anything that you can think of has been under fire at one point or another for the harmful agents that they contain.
By no means am I on a mission to convert every woman to natural hair; to each is own. The evidence that relaxers are unhealthy is readily available to anyone who wants the knowledge and it is up to the reader to decide for themselves what is best for their hair.
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Saturday, February 11, 2012
Black History: From Forks to Afro Picks
The history of black hair care started with the use of whatever was available to a booming billion dollar industry. Whether we choose to relax our hair or wear it natural the black hair care business is not going broke anytime soon.
There are so many luxuries that we are afforded today that we take for granted.
Today we use Afro picks, wide tooth combs, and retail combs, Slaves used kitchen forks.
We seal moisture in with olive oil, jojoba oil, and countless others, Slaves used bacon grease.
Now we use moisturizing shampoos and clarifying remedies, while Slaves had to resort to grits and charcoal.
Dr. Linda Amerson speaks with EUR WEB, about the hair care of our past, and the hair care of our present. Though our ancestors were deprived of their native combs and valued possessions they still found a way to be innovative.
Read Dr. Amerson's interview at: http://www.eurweb.com/2011/02/the-history-of-black-hair-care-past-present/
For those who haven't had the opportunity to view 400 Years Without a Comb, this is a definite must see film. The film shows how we have evolved from being without the tools we used to care for our hair back in our homeland to where we are today.
There are so many luxuries that we are afforded today that we take for granted.
Today we use Afro picks, wide tooth combs, and retail combs, Slaves used kitchen forks.
We seal moisture in with olive oil, jojoba oil, and countless others, Slaves used bacon grease.
Now we use moisturizing shampoos and clarifying remedies, while Slaves had to resort to grits and charcoal.
Dr. Linda Amerson speaks with EUR WEB, about the hair care of our past, and the hair care of our present. Though our ancestors were deprived of their native combs and valued possessions they still found a way to be innovative.
Read Dr. Amerson's interview at: http://www.eurweb.com/2011/02/the-history-of-black-hair-care-past-present/
For those who haven't had the opportunity to view 400 Years Without a Comb, this is a definite must see film. The film shows how we have evolved from being without the tools we used to care for our hair back in our homeland to where we are today.
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Sunday, January 29, 2012
Nicki Minaj Drops the Nappy Bomb Twice
"These little nappy headed hoes need a perminator", says rapstress Nicki Minaj and quite a few people are not too thrilled. As a Nicki fan myself, I found the lyrics ignorant but I still continued to bop my head to it as I drove blasting Did it on Em' on my way home from work. However, now that I heard for a second time that in her latest song Stupid Hoe, she dropped some ignorance on us again, its definitely not a good look.
In her song Stupid Hoe she says,
"Them nappy headed hoes but my kitchen good."
No Nicki, my kitchen is quite good without a perm.I don't have to put on pounds of makeup, wigs, or false eye lashes to feel beautiful. Hopefully, mothers out there are teaching their daughters the same, and showing them that don't have to follow your Barbie standard to be beautiful.
I won't lie I still will bump a Nicki track, because I don't have to like her as a person, but her mentality says that she has fallen for the brainwashing that our ancestors had to endure many moons ago.
Now if you choose to slather chemical goop on your hair that is your choice, but for those who choose not to there is no reason to bash them. After contemplating about it, Nicki Minaj is no better than the Brazillian that released that racist natural hair song, and in fact she is sending the message that this is okay.Which sends a negative message out to the young African American community that looks up to her, or her Barbie bitches.
"Them nappy headed hoes but my kitchen good."
No Nicki, my kitchen is quite good without a perm.I don't have to put on pounds of makeup, wigs, or false eye lashes to feel beautiful. Hopefully, mothers out there are teaching their daughters the same, and showing them that don't have to follow your Barbie standard to be beautiful.
I won't lie I still will bump a Nicki track, because I don't have to like her as a person, but her mentality says that she has fallen for the brainwashing that our ancestors had to endure many moons ago.
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Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Can I Touch It? Ummm...No, Hands off My Natural Hair
What in the world would make someone think that it is okay to go up to someone that you never met before and grab their hair. It is an invasion of personal space, and for people who don't see it that way or can't understand the concept you must be an ignoramus. After reading this article via CNN some women have harsh feelings about those who come up with out any warning and touch their hair.
Los Angelista says no you cant touch my hair,"Because my black ancestors may have been your ancestors' property, and had to smile while they got touched in ways they didn't want to, but I am not YOUR property and never will be so you'd best move your hand away from me." and her response is entitled.
It's hard to understand why someone would not get why walking up and gawking at someone's hair is offensive, but put simply it is an invasion of privacy. In the past I have had someone touch my dreadlocks without warning (when I use to have them), and tell me that my hair reminded them of yarn.
Now me, I actually found it quite funny, being that some of us do rock our yarn braids, but the next person she tries this on might not take it so lightly. Hands off, respect peoples privacy and do not touch people's hair that you do not know. Curious, try asking instead, or better yet do some research if you are that interested.
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Saturday, January 21, 2012
Remembering the Legendary Etta James
The music legend Etta James, passes away at the age of 73 after battling the affects of Leukemia. Decades after the birth of her history making lyrics, we are still inspired to this day, and she is a music inspiration to music artists world wide. Soulful sensation Adele listed Etta James, and Aretha Franklin as her idols, and then expanded upon her admiration by saying "If you were to look up the word singer in the dictionary, you'd see their names". Her final moments were spent in the arms of her family, her spirit will live on in their hearts, and her fans all over the world.
Her 43 year old son, Donto James spoke with People.com, and expressed his feelings on his mothers passing by saying,"It's been quite a day but I'm very grateful. She basically passed in my arms, and I was able to share everything I needed to say to her, from praying to listing her accomplishments as a mother".
My Favorite Etta James Song
I'd Rather Go Blind
Something told me it was over
When I saw you and her talkin'
Something deep down in my soul said, 'Cry, girl'
When I saw you and that girl walkin' around
Whoo, I would rather, I would rather go blind, boy
Then to see you walk away from me, child, no
Whoo, so you see, I love you so much
That I don't wanna watch you leave me, baby
Most of all, I just don't, I just don't wanna be free, no
Whoo, whoo, I was just, I was just, I was just
Sittin here thinkin', of your kiss and your warm embrace, yeah
When the reflection in the glass that I held to my lips now, baby
Revealed the tears that was on my face, yeah
Whoo and baby, baby, I'd rather, I'd rather be blind, boy
Then to see you walk away, see you walk away from me, yeah
Whoo, baby, baby, baby, I'd rather be blind...
When I saw you and her talkin'
Something deep down in my soul said, 'Cry, girl'
When I saw you and that girl walkin' around
Whoo, I would rather, I would rather go blind, boy
Then to see you walk away from me, child, no
Whoo, so you see, I love you so much
That I don't wanna watch you leave me, baby
Most of all, I just don't, I just don't wanna be free, no
Whoo, whoo, I was just, I was just, I was just
Sittin here thinkin', of your kiss and your warm embrace, yeah
When the reflection in the glass that I held to my lips now, baby
Revealed the tears that was on my face, yeah
Whoo and baby, baby, I'd rather, I'd rather be blind, boy
Then to see you walk away, see you walk away from me, yeah
Whoo, baby, baby, baby, I'd rather be blind...
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Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Rochelle Ritchie Making Serious Waves in the Media
Rochelle Ritchie reporter from WPTV in West Palm Beach, Florida made serious waves last year when she made a big chop. She discussed how she went from living in weaves and wigs for the camera to wanting healthier natural hair. With her own natural hair journey as inspiration, she decided to do a story on the increase of the number of women in the black community going natural.
While the creamy crack may be working for some people, this news feature highlighted how many women end up suffering from permanent hair loss or Alopecia as a result of chemical burns from relaxers. It also displayed pictures of real women who suffered from thinning hair lines from the constant braiding and weaving of the hair. For women who may be dealing with unhealthy or breaking hair this story must have been a huge eye opener and perhaps a motivator.
Now here is Rochelle a year after her hair story made the headlines. Her progress is absolutely amazing; her hair looks moist, silky, and healthy. She is an inspiration to women everywhere in the media industry showing them that you do not need Yaki or Remy to be beautiful.
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Saturday, January 14, 2012
Staceyann Chin Brings a Miracle into the World!
Staceyann Chin welcomes a beautiful baby girl into the world Zuri- Siale. Reading about her journey via the Huffington Post and Facebook has definitely been thought provoking. Now her beautiful miracle is here and I am glad that she can experience the gift of family. Ever since reading her book The Other Side of Paradise and listening to her dope poetry on Def Poetry Jam, I have become a big fan.
For my Daughter
I’ve already forgotten
the times you threatened/to fall
clots of red from my inadequate uterus
in the middle of the night
rushed me fretting to the hospital
praying to a god I’m not quite sure I ever believed in
for your survival/I was unwilling to take chances
just in case the conservative nuts were right about something
I chanted/said some semblance of contrition
made promises I knew I could not keep
if only you would stay
I would do this or that
differently/knowing full well
I love the map of my present life
I’ve nearly forgotten the ptyalism/which is really
a fancy way to say the mouth
fills frothy with globules of spit/interrupting
conversations/in every room
I vomited/bled/spat out the belief/more hope
that I could be somebody’s mother
now I am yours
tiny life beginning
with such a choir of good wishes preceding
know always you were wanted/loved
by more than just me
my own mother left me early
first years flying
low self-esteem to begin the journey
of how could I love anyone
when my own mother never loved me/cliché
how could anyone
hold a candle to that first abandonment
all my life I have tip-toed/fought
begged for acceptance
from a complete circle
closed by the unforgiving women
sharing my genetic material
we are good at sitting in judgment of others
clacking our mouths pursed in disapproval
I was amazed at how they could never say
anything good
of my accomplishments
only my shortcomings/real and perceived
they lamented how odd I am/different from my mother
but odd nonetheless/the apple never fall far
watch that tree/it will come to no fruit
but look at you now
daughter
it is my intention to be
different/with you
you were lucky enough to be born
girl/I am looking forward
to watching you become/woman
I can hardly wait
to hear your voice/even in opposition to my own
and we should admit early
that politics are hard
on mothers and daughters
I expect us to rumble/wrestle
create generational bruises that will have to be survived
partake in arguments that will have to be
apologized for
I have done my best to name you
in preparation for a road I imagine
will look oddly similar/different from mine
vulnerable/resilient/rock of beauty/reason for love
I hope your name
will help you carry justice in your palms
keep your intentions clean/with the cloths
of warrior women who came ahead of you
ahead of me/mine include
Madonnas/whores/mad women in attics
old maids/witches/ hags
virgins who were never really virgins
except when they needed to be
smart women/make your own list of saints
fondle it often
this rosary of Amazonian nomenclatures
recite them/chant them as prayer
for your own daughter
for your mother/who often thinks she knows
more than she does
forgive me/daughter/for the sins I know
will stain your childhood with confusion
later
send you to some strangers expensive couch
to thrash out how your mother
never loved you/loved you too much
therapists will always find our hidden dysfunction
but if I do anything right
you will be fierce/not necessarily loud like me
but you will have cause to challenge me
call me archaic/pick apart my philosophies
I hope we will be able to breathe through it
not unlike the way I breathed
through sixteen hours of labor/contracting
no drugs to fool the body
twisting/transitioning/shaking off
the ills of my own childhood
intermittent pains
preparing my womb/spreading cervix dilating
six centimeters/one hundred percent effacing
I was prepared to go all the way
and then nothing
needle to spine/tap-tap for five hours later
no change/except your heart slowing
beginning the rush of doctors
inserting tubes/drugs/hands to encourage you
to beat faster
oxygen mask over mouth
I mumbled the list of saints I kept ready
Audre
Adrienne
June
Jean
Patricia
Bernice
your heart pulsed wild then
rapid dance making the decision
to slice me smiling hip to hip
blood pouring numb in the cold operating room
and then you were here
wide-eyed and alert/you surveyed the damage
and did not blink
I remember thinking
this child will always send me into panic
such is the terror of motherhood
you cannot save your child
from everything
but you cannot help trying
flying right into the eye of some hurricane
because you heard she might have gone there
for a party
wild ride ahead/child I’m ready
welcome to the village
glad you here/now/taking up space
here’s to you/finding among us
even more room to grow
~Staceyann Chin~
Congratulations!
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Thursday, January 12, 2012
Sony Has to Pay Up for a Racist Natural Hair Song
Brazilian singer,actor, and comedian Tiririca released a song entitled Veja Cabelos Deja ("Look at Her Hair"), and now Sony has to pay the price which totals to a whopping 1.2 million dollars.Usually when I hear things called racist in America, I feel that people are being highly oversensitive. However, this is the one occasion when there is no hinting around at the racism and nothing about the issue is funny.
The song out rightly demeans black women:
"Veja veja veja veja veja os cabelos dela (4x)
(Look look look look look at her hair (4x)
Parece bom-bril*, de ariá panela
(It looks like a scouring pad for pots and pans)
(It looks like a scouring pad for pots and pans)
Parece bom-bril, de ariá panela
(It looks like a scouring pad for pots and pans)
(It looks like a scouring pad for pots and pans)
Quando ela passa, me chama atenção
(When she goes by, she catches my attention)
(When she goes by, she catches my attention)
Mas os seus cabelos, não tem jeito não
(But her hair just isn't right)
(But her hair just isn't right)
A sua catinga quase me desmaiou
(Her stench almost made me faint)
(Her stench almost made me faint)
Olha eu não aguento, é grande o seu fedor
(Look, I can't take it, her smell is so bad)
(Look, I can't take it, her smell is so bad)
Veja veja veja veja veja os cabelos dela
(Look look look look look at her hair)
(Look look look look look at her hair)
Parece bom-bril, de ariá panela (2x)
(It looks like a scouring pad for pots and pans) (2x)
(It looks like a scouring pad for pots and pans) (2x)
Eu já mandei, ela se lavar
(I told her to take a bath)
(I told her to take a bath)
Mas ela teimo, e não quis me escutar
(But she's stubborn and doesn't listen to me)
(But she's stubborn and doesn't listen to me)
Essa nega fede, fede de lascar
(This black woman stinks, she stinks horribly)
(This black woman stinks, she stinks horribly)
Bicha fedorenta, fede mais que gambá
(Stinking beast, smells worse than a skunk)"
(Stinking beast, smells worse than a skunk)"
This song is one of hate and its lyrics certainly don't beat around the bush with this. To hate a group so much that you have to make song about your prejudice means that group has some sort of significance or power over your life. Hate takes energy out of you, so for someone to go that hard something is behind it, perhaps jealously.
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What I can't wrap my fingers around is how many of the Brazilian people look black themselves, yet some are so full of hate toward black people. Oh, and if you ever dare call them black they throw hissy fits, this especially frustrates me when it is clear they have some sort of African ancestry going on. When I hear ignorance such as this, it automatically makes me think they are just haters because their hair can't do all the cool tricks my can.
It can appear short and coily when I want it to
Braided and glorious
Curly shiny ringlets
Fluffy, big, and bold
and if I so desire
it can be worn pressed,
straightened, and silky
Anyone ignorant enough to make a song about another peoples hair is nothing short of a hater, they are probably mad because they feel their own style is limited.
| The man behind the racism, Tiririca |
Tiririca, your lyrics are garbage, you are garbage, you fail.
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Sunday, January 1, 2012
Janet Mock: A Curly Woman's Love Story
This story gave me chills but it touched my heart mostly because she was able to find something that is rare, "unconditional love".
"He's better because he's real, because he exists, because he wants more than just the idea of me. He wants me."~ Janet MockRead: IT HAPPENED TO ME: I TOLD MY BOYFRIEND I WAS BORN A BOY
Janet Mock is one of the many LGBT heros out there encouraging youth and people everywhere to be comfortable being themselves. Revealing her story is courageous on her part especially since our world is unfortunately just filled with ignorance. However, according to Janet she has received positive support and feedback after sharing her story which is incredible.
Sometimes, it just takes one person to make that big step and show everyone, that there is nothing wrong with being Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, or Transgender. Love is love and for those who are lucky enough to experience it, they should be allowed to do so freely without other peoples opinions or input.
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