I'm ethnic, too. Ethnically Polish, that is. This is the skin color of my people:
nailed it
*approaches suavely* "Why hello there, cupcake. I couldn't help noticing that you're not paper-white. Mind if I ask why?"
Same. I get the "you are SO tan what is your secret?" "Being birthed from a brown lady" is usually my response.
Good for you! I'm black but had an Armenian-American best friend growing up, her hair was dark brown and stick straight and she hated it because it wouldn't hold a curl to save her life, so she curly permed the ever livin F out of it for YEARS. She stopped maybe 10 years ago and cries when she realized what she did…
Ugh, another 3a, hair type talking about wearing their hair "natural" and acting as if its as subversive as if they were a 4c, no growth very kinky short afro like Lupita.
y'all can some of my eyebrow hairs, i have shit eyebrow genes apparently. i mean just look at how stupid long that hair is. it's basically a pube.
One time I was changing the razor head out of my kicking rad new Mach 3 when my phone rang. Being an adept multitasker, I answered the phone with the hand that was holding the razor. Fidgeted a little, shifted the phone around, had a conversation, hung up and looked in the mirror. Then looked back at the hand holding…
When I was about 15, I dyed my hair jet black. Which made me look like I was not only dead, but in advanced stages of decay. After a few months and a few inches of my natural (dark-blond) color growing in at the roots, I tried bleaching all of it platinum.
Dude, I did that exact thing when I was like, TWENTY-FIVE. "Brillo" is being generous. Hot oil treatments, protein treatments, every magical deep conditioner my Walgreens had on offer — all were to no avail. I started cutting. I kept cutting until it no longer felt like deep-fried hay.
A woman at my job has those highlights on medium brown hair, but also with the vaguely maroon color thrown in. Like this, but more faded and sans the "can I speak to a manager" haircut. It actually makes me kind of angry that this particular combination still exists.
I was an awkward middle-schooler, and one day decided I wanted bangs so I could CURL them ( super big, lots of hairspray...this was the early 90's). Anyway, I knew I couldn't use scissors since I figured I would cut a crooked line. so I went with the electric buzzer thingy (I can't remember what those are called). …
THIS IS THE BEST NEWS!! so excited for this sideblog.
The first rule of White Club is: You do not talk about White Club. The second rule of White Club is: You do not talk about White Club.
I, too, am a pasty white lady, despite the fact that I'm actually 1/4 Native American. I grew up with a mixed family that didn't think too highly of whiteness. One of my great-grandmothers believed my mother was cursed because she looked like my German/Irish grandfather and not my Choctaw/Apache grandmother (she was…
The Problem With Whiteness is That Sometimes People You Oppress Write Books That Criticize Certain Aspects of You, Which is Mean
As a Lit student at ASU I can tell you that once this class was announced on the register it became full in a hot second. People could not stop talking about how excited they were for this class. I really hope this course continues to be available so I have the chance to take it before I graduate!