Jarrod's 'Hair': A Narrative Fiction

Tracy said as she held up a top for Karen, “Oh, you would look good in this.” Karen held up stuff for Tracy to look at. They both disappeared into the dressing room with several tops, skirts and dresses, I settled down for a wait.

There has been a notable amount of conversation on the internet on the rebirth of the natural hair movement. Cherise Luter (2014) states that despite afros and the natural hair movement not being a new concept (i.e. the Black Power Movement), it has gone under what she calls a “refreshing change”. Furthermore, what used to be “I’m black and I’m proud”, has been replaced with “I’m me and I’m proud” (Luter 2016). So, what is the natural hair movement? It is defined as a movement where black women decide to not conform to the social norms of chemically altering their hair and wearing it in its natural, kinky, or curled state (Joignot 2015). The movement could also be considered as an outlet for black women to display their racial and cultural pride or to articulate their “political position (Brown 2014:297). However, simply the terminology “movement” is something that should be shocking to many. There is a great amount of historical context behind the continuous influence Eurocentric beauty ideals have had on black women for centuries. According to Nadia Brown (2014), Black natural hair throughout history has proven to be recognized as “either unintended or intended personal and political statements” (298). the beauty standard in Western society which praises European hair textures, has influenced many black women to be critical of other black women who choose to chemically straighten their hair, accusing them of being subservient to the dominant and pervasive racist

Arising from her perch, she held out her hand for her date to grace with his lips. There was a slight pause as she did, her brow quirking up expectantly as she held his gaze. It wasn’t a difficult thing to do, since there was something in his eyes that reminded her of his brother. However, in that same breadth, she found herself glancing away -- the memories of the masquerade too fresh, too soon. “Everett,” she greeted, a playful smile ghosting across her lips as she pointedly glanced at her outstretched hand. “Thank you for meeting me on such short notice. I wish I could have found a more convenient time for us both -- but, in light of recent events, such an endeavor seems more or less

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The nobleman’s eyebrow shot higher into his hairline, and murmurs- verbal and mental- broke out across the crowd. Charles ignored them, and went on. “If you’ll spare him for the night- and I think you can, as we’ve all had our show,” he said. “I plan to seek the general in the morning.”

I wanted to start of the event with this video. I made it a few weeks ago. When I started working on this project I really thought that this was a minority only problem and I wanted to focus on Hispanics because of my Colombian decent. I wanted to honor my roots while embracing my American life style. But it was Monday night, a slow day at a beautiful restaurant overlooking the ocean city somersault bridge and I was polishing glass for my side work and chit chatting with my coworkers. I was specifically talking to a co work. American. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. About 40 years old. I was telling her about my Tuesday plan that was handing out exit surveys at a polling location. She was confused. I said yes the primaries are tomorrow (this was Monday

Ethan Baxter, twenty-seven, graduated from Stanford University with a degree in Architecture and a minor in business, exceptional grades, above average social skills, and the finest specimen of male sexuality I have ever had the pleasure to lay eyes on. With sloppy black hair, deep blue eyes, chiseled jaw and strong frame he could make any women week kneed. Not to mention his bank account was nothing to sneeze at, less so now that he is trying to rubuild his fathers' company.

Through the natural hair movement, I have accomplished the act to love my natural hair and to let it be known to any one who cares to listen. In fact, going natural has ended up being an extremely significant for me and I have met many naturals during the time I have spent growing my hair out. It feels great to have had the experience to share my story, to gain from other's stories, and to distribute this information so that more women can have acceptance of this information that can enable them and change their lives, as it has

Have you ever been through a journey faced with complications that lead you through frequent steps that can occasionally make you want to give up? I decided to do my capstone project on The Journey of Natural Hair, mainly focusing on the selections of afro-textured portions throughout my project. A journey of natural hair is a route you take along with your hair as you encounter different changes and ideas pertaining to your hair. The Natural hair journey technically starts when you are born because everyone is born with different varieties of natural hair. My reason for choosing such a topic is because it is something I can relate to. I have also experienced many of the common stages along my natural hair journey. This topic stands out to me and is something I enjoy talking and learning about. I understand that many aren’t able to self-experience a journey of natural curls which varies with race and background. Exposures to chemicals such as hair relaxers can permanently change the texture of the relaxed portion of hair. As I research further into my subject I hope to learn how certain things can manipulate the hair. I also seek to learn new things the journey has prepared as it continues step by step. I can achieve this by gaining more knowledge about natural/afro-textured hair through others experiences and studies on it.

The 1960’s appear as one of the strong points in Carolingian studies with several notable books arriving in 1962 and a few others later on. Starting with Eleanor Duckett, in one of her last books, Carolingian Portraits: A Study in the Ninth Century, written in 1962, she paints an interesting picture of the Carolingians. Her main interests lie with the study of early medieval saints, but her discussion of Louis the Pious and several Carolingian clergy prove important to the historiography. Her argument that Louis, although a strong emperor to begin with, gave too much power to the church and the Carolingians lost their empire because of this. Next in the vast historiography comes J.M. Wallace-Hadrill’s The Long-Haired Kings, also written in 1962, which gives an important viewing into France/Gaul before the Carolingians attained the right to be named king. His use of sources such as Gregory of Tours, Fredegar, and Hincmar, are among the best in the 1960’s. His interests in the book heavily lie in lawmaking with a significant portion dedicated to how the Carolingians viewed the Lex Salica and a few other important documents.

Here, there, everywhere, all I see is more hair. Wild and untamable like a jungle, running freely all over me. Dark as the night, contrasting with my porcelain skin. Sure, I did start the bold brows trend, but that was short lived. While I look like a wildebeest, my mother resembles a Sphynx cat. Sometimes, I wish I looked like her, not having to care about wearing shorts or going down to the beach.

Are you a coarse haired natural? I am and yes, I love my coarse hair. Do I ever get frustrated? Heck yeah. But after five years I’ve figured out how to take the good with the bad. Here’s my story.

We may not have ever met face to face, but I know something special about you. You want to shine from the inside out, develop a stronger understanding of how your hair works, and accentuate your own personal authentic, natural beauty. Ultimately, you’re interested in achieving a fuller, healthier mane. I applaud you for taking this step on a fantastic journey of self-discovery!

The time is 7:00 AM. I need to take a quick shower to get ready to school, but who’s going to do my hair? During my childhood, my life was unfortunates. My mom was working all day,and coming home late. We lived in the same house, we shared the same bed, the same bathroom and the same plates, but there was no closed conception between both of us, in other words her life too busy to teach me what I was doing wrong like many parents did. Assuming to myself, how cruel was the world? because she never has time for me. That is to say I was a bird flying without stooping to look for a home that wo bring me love in attention. During my days before schools I constantly did my own hair, watching YouTube and creating my own style with a brush and Rabanne.

“Mrs. Master’s, I’ll meet you here after I take care of these bandits. It’ll take a few minutes.” He tipped his hat to Pat and watched Kat fidget with her dress.