To Hell With Straight Hair: Tangle Hell Horror Story

Saturday, April 29, 2006
Tangle Hell Horror Story

The following story was written by Sabra Sinclair, one of the beautiful ladies who modeled the ladies' tees on this website. Her story is a must-read for some comic relief. It will sound strikingly similar to many of ours...Thanks for sharing, Sabra!

When I was about nine I had long, always messy, chlorine bleached, kinky curls. Neither of my straight haired parents had any idea how to deal with me and lovingly supplied me with a victorian style soft, dense, horse hair brush that turned my hair into Don King frizz, and a bottle of Pert (no conditioner). Daily were the fights to make me brush my hair. I once had to sit in the car while my family had lunch because I refused to brush before going in the restaurant. A kind lady in the parking lot gave me a banana. Anyway, One time my Mom left town and after about 3 days, my well intending dad had had enough of my tangles and refusals. He sat me down on the bathroom counter and attempted to COMB (Not with a pick, a FINE comb like the old man barber shop tool) my tangles, starting at the TOP of my head! Big Mistake. By the time he got to my ears I had one giant, around the head, horizontal dreadlock! Poor Dad. He tried everything including squeezing an entire tube of VO5 oil onto my dry hair. But alas, my tears and tangles got the better of him and he gave up with a new perspective on the "brush your hair" argument. I went around the world for a day or two with a greasy, low, under the dreadlock, ponytail until Mom took me to a 'salon' (supercuts?) and asked the 'stylist' (chinese guy who specialized in elementary school boys hair) to give me a "swim cut". I left the salon with two inches of hair that attempted to curl but was just too depressed. They never hasseled me about my hair again.

posted by Amy at 4:32 PM ::

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