As a white woman who had NO idea the pains my black sisters went through over their hair, I am still fascinated to realize this whole hair thing that is going on.

Now I don’t do anything to my hair. Surprise, surprise, not. When I would hear of a white sister who spent an hour on her hair, I couldn’t relate and couldn’t imagine how she could fit in the time. Then you wrote about needing some crazy amount of time (was it 4 hours?), to do some weave or relax something or other, all to go somewhere with your wild and crazy guy…that blew my mind!

This morning on my way out, the black security woman said “Hey, we have the same haircut!” I said “Well look at that! I’m getting mine trimmed up tomorrow, so I am going a bit shorter.” She said “Well I could cut mine too, but I would just buy a shorter one.” What? That was a wig she was wearing? We laughed so hard as I studied her, saying that I had no idea. She told me she could turn me in to a long haired blonde! What a hoot that would be.

Someday I will see that movie. Was his portrayal accurate or did he exaggerate?

It seemed more as though Chris Rock was poking fun of black women’s extreme measures. And for the white people who were unfamiliar with black hair before, the laughs came at our expense.