You know me.....

....In my world, we are our hair.  I firmly believe that our hair defines us -- whether man or woman.  Do we dye it?  Is it too long for our age?  Do we demonstrate that we worry inordinately about it?  Do we walk around with black roots attached to stringy blonde?  Do we keep dying it harsh black when we are sixty?  Girls, when your hair no longer matches your face, time to change your hair 'cause you can't do a thing about your face.   

It all means something and it all telegraphs what we think of ourselves and what we want to project to the world.

So, it was with interest that I watched Michelle Obama address the DNC tonight, tearing up and praising black people everywhere and their roots and rights.  Trouble was she did it with "white" hair.  Obviously, she goes to a great deal of trouble to deny her natural hair and straightjacket it into a "Caucasian" style:  long and straight.  Must take a lot of money and a lot of time to get her hair to yield.  Think about it, anyone who spends that much time on hair has a problem.  Michelle, your hair doesn't match your face.     

Didn't ring true.  I think Angela Davis struck the right tone in the sixties when she debuted the Afro.  Hey, let your hair be your hair.  As they say, God doesn't make mistakes. 

p.s.  The American electoral process is ridiculous.  Give me a Parliamentary democracy every time.