Nappy Kitchen

Exasperation

So after washing hair that I'd been wearing in a lazy fro all week, slapping conditioner on and struggling to pull a comb through, I remarked to a friend that I had to have the smallest curls in the world.

Him: Umm, no
Me: Or coils
Him: Naps.

Hmm...what was that all about? Made me wonder if he thought I was hesitant to call my hair nappy, which is far from the truth. In calling my hair coily or curly, I don't seek to differentiate myself. Those are just the most descriptive words I can use to describe what my NAPS do.

I don't know why it bothered me so...probably just because this particular person is basically a condescending prick on a very regular basis. Tombout some "umm, no" like he know my hair like that. Umph! *brushes shoulders off* Gah, men can be such jackasses. What do they know about hair? All they gotta damn do is pick that shit out or get it braided. Girls are the ones that have to come up with styles and whatnot. Hmph.

Whateverrrrr! My naps, coils, curls still rock in a right bodacious manner regardless of what some errant foo has to say. No one can steal my nappy joy!

Good Hair Day

Nothing special...just being vain. Clicky poo: