Thursday, April 05, 2007

The Bad Weave

New York has one. LaKisha and Paula have had them on the same day. Beyonce has had her share and caused women all over the globe to have some sort of weird attachment to, you guessed it, bad weaves.

This is a phenomena I don’t think I will ever understand how a woman can pay for or walk out of the beauty salon with a bad hair weave. Having a bad weave is like having breast implants, except one breast is three cup sizes larger than the other. Something is obviously wrong.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have a problem with hair weaves. I came to accept, not necessarily like, a woman with a weave while in high school along with the idea that women wore fake or acrylic nails. (On a sidenote, remember Lee Press-ons?)

Girls in my high school used more glue in their heads then they did Elmer's in their classrooms from kindergarten to fifth grade back when you would get laughed at for having one.

But here was the catch, if you had a good weave, no one said anything to you because it look like you could have actually grown it from your roots. But if you had a bad one, well you got clowned as though your first name were Bozo or Homey.

This brings me to my main point, why are there so many people who are on television with bad weaves acting with the supreme confidence as though they just know they are the shiznit? This makes no sense. You have the money or the wherewithal to make sure that you aren't on television looking a fool. Why do you do it?

If you have a bad weave, why do you even walk out of the beauty salon? It's like a black man walking out of the barbershop with a two or three obvious nicks in his fade. He going to put on a cap and then shave his head as soon as he gets home.

Why don't women with bad weaves understand this? Make me understand.