Lost in a Seashore of Hair Meanders
One can possibly understand some dark women wearing hairpieces for the same reasons that some white ladies do; because they are losing or have lost their head of hair. One can even help make allowances for hair pieces being worn for that occasional change associated with look. But how to spell out young women with complete heads of hair who will never be seen dead with their normal hair? Or those who will never admit that the fake hair on their own head is exactly which? Thanks to these behaviour, the fake head of hair industry has grown so big that the revenue made from it yearly is enough to sustain the economies of several small countries.
The term 'human hair' always conjured over the internet the image of a number of poor Indian lady having her curly hair sheared off like lamb to satisfy our pressing desire for long, directly hair. One remains uncertain about how the particular 100% human hair' in the shops comes from, but the image of the indegent Indian woman will not leave the mind. Increasingly, what we are experiencing is a cradle on the grave attitude in order to false hair. All over, we see everyone, even children, faked up in false head of hair. When a girl regarding six or seven is already sporting head of hair weaves, how is this kind of child ever likely to grow up with any kind of pride in her God-given tresses?
And the fact of the matter is actually, not all hair plug-ins look nice. Quite often from social gatherings, a girl will discreetly damage her head and the whole hair can betray her and move like a swaying bridge sideways. How embarrassing. Or even more bafflingly, some people will wander around with the stitches of their weaves exhibiting, like some hideous zipper. Then there are those that have hair weaves therefore ragged, so matted, that they look flea-infested. And one can't help but consider: "Surely, your own hair should be better than this waste?"
Music superstars are among the most visible black women in the world, and they have not made it easier for. Golden-voiced Whitney Houston looks ragged these days. Strung on the twin addictive problems of drugs and Bobby Darkish, she is but the shadow of your ex former self. However on the cover regarding her debut lp two decades ago, Whitney sat with hair slicked rear and looked a lot more like a beautiful African Princess than a singing legend. Clive Davis, boss of Arista Records and architect associated with Houston's meteoric rise, was disappointed with the look. He felt it was too ethnic to be sold for you to white America. Therefore Whitney was 'whitened up' and with the girl second album emerged blonde weaves. My partner and i doubt that we have experienced the singer's real head of hair since then.
In an job interview some years ago, Whitney provided us the great defense of black womanhood: your woman weaves up to protect her hair. Year-long tape in hair extensions is a such tyranny.