In a move that is bound to raise some eyebrows, Chris Rock is preparing to release his comedic documentary “Good Hair,” set to tell the tale of black women and their relationship with their hair. I’m actually looking forward to it, even though I’m sure something about it will probably offend me, but it wouldn’t be good satire if it didn’t do that.
My own personal story with my hair has already been documented on this blog, but for the record, I am in recovery of being unnaturally and unhealthily obsessed with my hair. I was told I had “good hair” growing up because it was just wavy enough to be easily straightened and it was very long and thick. My mother worked hard to combat the good hair/bad hair stereotypes while at the same time endorsing straight hair as the best look for me. (I know … screwy. Love your hair! Now fix it!) This created a paranoia that all my looks were tied to my hair and at 23 I chopped it all off and went natural. Since then my hair is once again long, but it is not chemically straightened.
All the Snob sisters have naturals. Baby Snob once even had dreds before they got too heavy and started to break off. I can’t commit to a hairstyle so I wear it all kinds of ways, but I’m still kind of obsessed with my hair. Mostly now of going bald. Fortunately I’m not alone in hair hysteria, as this film and life has proven to me. For every black woman who is perfectly content and is all zen about it (“It’s just hair!”), there are about 20 of us fretting over every strand like neurotic beauty shop addicts. Will this film help us with our addiction? Or will we just be doing a lot of eye rolling?