Simply put: I Hate HEAD Wraps like I do Sour Cream. Actually I think the only thing worse would be a Sista in a head wrap eating a sour cream sandwich. YUK!!
I cain't stand to see them coming... At times I question damn near every sista that wears one.
Yeah, there was a time when a Sista in a head wrap would mesmerize me. The head wrap alone would having me thinking that such a royal Queen that could wear that creative display of Black woman/African style had to be a creation of closest connected being to the Earth from which she was spawned from in a beautiful breeze of oxygen, thought and Blackness.
Needless to say Erykah Badu had me sprung with the impact of her head wrapped image in the mid 90's... And all I wanted was a sista that could wear a nice head wrap (I've seen some sloppy bobby pinned make-shifts).
*Head wrap wearers, Please Practice Your Wrap!
But don't get me wrong. I was feeling all the crowned-head-wrapped women all through the mid 90's and beyond! If anything, I knew somwhere out there was my ...beautiful, spiritual, hips-riding-with-the-rotation-of-Earth...
Head Wrapped Woman!"...
But you know what? To make a long blog short (and to keep my chapters of CBBW's at a self-respecting amount), in the end, every head wrapped woman I messed with was either an unreasonable racist extremist and/or she turned out to be hiding some deep dark personal issue-secrete concerning her Black identity (You know like she was mixed with White or she grew up as the only Black girl and she had THE LARGEST collection of Blonde Hair Barbie dolls Collection and had got dissed by her first Black love or her last serious relationship with a Black dude or she got dissed for a white girl etc.)
...Moreover, they all proved to be "nut cases" disguised in sarong dresses followed by whiffs of Frankincense oil, with a head wrap tight enuff to prevent incoming water, smog, or so called "ill vibrations."
I do admit that, not all women who wear head wraps fit the above description... But you know the ones I'm talking about.
But I still got an acknowledged part of me that can't let go of my existing euphoric idea of a stylish, mysterious, wholesome woman who covers her head in public and who fits every idea of a Queen with dignity. But I ain't met her. Maybe she passed me by. I dunno. I'm more than cool now.
Nowadays I'm quick to put money on a sista and to bet her wrap is a sheep skin disguise to the monster beneath the blatant display of Afrocentrism.
This is my rant:
I cain't stand sistas in head wraps!
It's my belief that beneath that twist of cloth is a mound of un-dealt with and yet to be revealed hang-up that could be waiting to rear its' ugly head on the next brotha seeking divine partnership with a wholesome Black women.
However, I offer an exception to the rule: Muslim women. Muslim women have a consistency through out there appearance and public presentation. As a matter of fact, I can't think of one Muslim woman, who covered her body regularly and fit into any of my experiences of CBBW's. Nah, those ain't the ones I'm referring to.
I'm talking about the head wrappers that can wear every inch of a some jeans or even a long dress and belly button piercing, feel me?
Yeah, you know the ones that roll with head wrapped gangs. The ones that can be sweatin out their blue braids/streaked blonde perm at the club last night then be wrapped up the next day and cain't speak to you because A BROTHA'S dreads are either too short or they're exposed to the elements or they're just nonexistent. YOU KNOW THE these sistas. Yeah, I'm talking to y'all.
PSA: Not all Brothas with DREADS DATE WHITE GIRLS. And even if they do. So what! Don't sweat the next dread. Get over it. Get a man.
YES, this is just as stupid or correct to clown Sistas in Head Wraps just as it is to clown Brothas with Dreads and White Girls.
Please stop the madness!!!
But while I'm at it, let me clown White Girls in Heads Wraps too. That shit looks rithickulous! Take it off!