Supa Watches Bad Movies...

So you don't have to! Happy Easter, Blogger Fam. So, while in hard-core Mommy Mode this weekend, Supa let the RR's talk her into seeing this: It was about 1 hr and 20 minutes too long. And quite disgusting, I might add. But yeah, I laughed. Yeah. Moving on....

So Supa has approached a most interesting milestone with RR #2: The Girl (11 yrs old) has expressed that she no longer wishes to have the white crack applied to her hair at monthly intervals. Translation: She doesn't want any more relaxers or press n curls; she wants to wear her hair in its natural state. Even more subtle translation: She's got a headful of authentic black girl hair and she's a chronic Tender Head (I mean, she really does have a highly sensitive scalp and low threshold for anyone yanking on her hair), and she feels that going natural will release her from having to maintain her hair in any fashion.

And yo, big ups to my baby for communicating her desire to evolve toward a more natural state when it comes to her "wig." I was also very careful to express that wearing a natural style doesn't mean maintenance free, and that she should to be ready to commit to the daily and weekly grooming required to maintain her luxurious, healthy, African hair in it's optimal state. At any rate, I made sure to let her know that I would support and assist her in whatever decision she made. An interesting part of the conversation went like this:

The Girl: So, you mean I still have to comb it everyday?

Supa: Well..of course, baby. Unless you want to rock some twists, or some locs. (which I know she would look simply fabulous sporting either) Or if you want to wear a funky 'fro, like Auntie, or cut it close, like Granny use to do. Or, you can make the decision to keep your hair braided, like Mommy.

The Girl: I don't think I want locs.

Supa: Okay.

The Girl: Or twisties.

Supa: Okay...

The Girl: Or an afro...

Supa: Okay...

The Girl: And braids hurt cause you have to make all those parts 'n stuff.

Supa: Yes, sweetie. That's just part of the process...(and I'm hella heavy handed) But we can search for a technician who specializes in styling little girls with tender scalps. It's just a matter of deciding what you want for yourself.

The Girl: So...whatever I do...I'm still going to have to comb my hair.

Supa: Basically....yes, babygirl. Unless it's braided or twisted. And even then, your hair'll need to be taken down, conditioned, and combed before you get the next set..

The Girl: So, I'm still going to have to get my hair combed.

(notice the theme, here?)

Supa: Yes.

The Girl: Is the pressing comb ready yet?

Bless her little thick-haired, tender-headed heart. So it, took most of Sunday morning and afternoon to be gentle enough to wash, deep condition, blow dry, and lightly press The Girl's hair to get it to look like this:


So. This is a situation still very much in progress. At any rate, I am doing my best to cultivate a positive, empowering dialogue with my baby girl about hair and her individual preference.


Meanwhile, I need to buy India's new cd.

"I Am Not My Hair"



Meanwhile, the techno-gadget girl within me is still trying to decide if I should upgrade from this

to this
I mean, I love my Razr...I'm just ready to move on. I be textin' a lot, and the lack of a keyboard is really starting to give a sis the blues. Plus - I get bored easily, and just feel the need for something new... Or - I just wanna SHOP. I'm working on it.

At any rate, I'm bout to roll over to Tam's spot, because I heard there was authentic Chinese food cooked and enjoyed without me...unfortunately I couldn't make it....(I was pre-committed to other non-negotiable RR activities - being chauffer, activities director, money machine, stylist, cook, maid, wish facilitator, conflict resolutionist, etc. You know. Mommy shit. Gotta love it.

And on The Sopranos tip:
Poor pillow-biting Vito! Dude - you about to get whacked.

Hope ya had a great weekend!!!