I was in the first grade, and we were having a lesson in "hygene". My teacher asked the class, "How often does a clean person wash their hair?" and being the smarty art child that I was, I waved my hand in the air like Arnold Horshak "ooh ooh ooh" (c) Welcome Back Kotter. "I know I know! My mother washes my hair once a week!" And the whole class just looked a me like, "ooh girl you nasty" (c) Meth/Redman.

The teacher said, "no, sweetie, your Momma is supposed to wash your hair EVERY DAY!" "EVERY DAY!". So there I was, the new kid, in a class full of white kids, being told essentially that I was dirty because my mother didn't wash my hair everyday.

now any black person knows that you can't wash black hair everyday unless you got a fade or something! Press n' curls happen once a week, baby! So, that was the first time i felt like, "One of these things is not like the other/One of these things does not BELONG here" (c) some Sesame Street song.


"Y'all don't believe fat meat greasy!!"-my mama