Today, I’m scrolling down my Facebook page and one of the ladies posts a simple question and asks her friends for some feedback. Her question, I thought, was very harmless. It appears she was thinking of coloring her hair and going back to a darker shade of hair color (it is lighter now) and she wanted to know what her friends thought… light hair vs. dark hair. No problem, right? I mean, people color their hair all the time.
Curious me decides to read all the comments to the post. I, too, wanted to know the public’s opinion… is light the winner or is dark the winner? And, folks, that is where I went wrong! One man, who apparently didn’t read the question (This is common, I understand, the failure to follow even the simplest of instructions), states: “It’s hard to be all God made you to be when your (sic) trying to be something your (sic) not. Just a thought.”
Are you kidding me?
Are you KIDDING ME?
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!
You just gotta love Christian shaming about any and every totally innocuous thing. This woman was much more gracious than I. Because, I have a back side I would have told him to smooch! (Pucker up, Baby!). So, let me get this straight. In this man’s world:
Coloring your hair = pretending to be something you’re not = limiting God’s ability to work in your life.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! (Did I say this already?) How about this one? Oh, good grief!
Sorry, stylists, it appears you are all going out of business. I have to ask myself this one question; What would lead this man to make such a statement? Seriously, it is hair. I can only come to one conclusion. Shaming = power. Dominance.
I’m not speaking to everyone here. Only to those who are feeling extra sensitive and agitated by my words. That’s my audience (*wink*).
While we are all on the “racial superiority needs to end train” this week, let me ratchet it up a notch and throw this one out there as well: ALL human superiority needs to end. No, you are not the head of the household. No, my sole role in life is not to be “your helper.” No, I did not come from your rib.
Don’t get me wrong, folks. I love ribs. But, generally, I like them better smoked. And, if you put BBQ sauce on them I’m all in. The point I’m trying to make is; The way I handle ribs is to gnaw all the meat off them and then feed the naked bones to my dogs to devour. (“Maw, she is showing her crazy again.” “Hurry, get inside boy until I tell you it is safe to come out. Run, boy!”)
Human is human. Male, female, black, white, gay, heterosexual, brown, green (just checking to see if you are still paying attention) and so on and so forth. Done. Over. Out.