This post originally appeared in EBONY. It was written by Asha French, a writer and mother living in Atlanta.
By: Asha French
These days, all the kinks are curly, all the chicks are mixed, but some of us just have hair. So I’m not going to harp on the fact that strangers often look at my daughter and ask, “What you gon’ do with all that hair?” in a way that suggests two things: 1) that something has to be done, as an Afro is not a style, and 2) that the answer should involve a head shaking at the thankless task before me. The culprits for this question are the usual suspects, brought in relief to us in the decades before Reaganomics, Black nihilism, and PCJ Perm commercials made us feel bad about a whole lot of other things besides all this kinky, problem hair that needs to be fixed rather than styled.