[you think this is going to be about katrina, privilege or something that makes everyone get all upset and angry. no. it's about my hair. but hang in there; it's a story then a question. y'all have to answer the question.]
There's a man in my office who has a certain fascination with my hair. He's older, in his mid-50's, and is one of the 3 men who work here. When we first met, he complimented me about my hair. Graciously, I said 'Thank you!' And I smiled. Then he kept doing it. Every day, something about my hair. How full, how glorious, how beautiful, how fabulous, how big, how stupendous, how whatever. And then he'd say, 'I mean this in a totally non-racist way, of course.'
Hmm, I'd think.
Then, when the snow and the cold came, I changed my hair. I blow-dried it straight so I could fit it under my hat. And when I came into the office, he almost died. He edged into my career station and said, 'Your hair! It's so...so...'
I said, 'It's only hair. But thanks.' And so it's been since before Thanksgiving.
If he talks about my hair one more time I'll blow. I've endured this since May and I will seriously have to read him a lesson if this continues.
Why would comments about hair piss off a brown girl?
[yes, it's a test. it's much more interesting than asking if someone's been a victim of racism, huh?]