Some Colours Were NOT Made For Hair & Some Are Just Not For YOU!

Look at the left side: just a nice girl smiling, right? Then you see all that blue…what do you REALLY think??

Hey y’all,

I want to talk a little bit about hair colour this fine Monday morning. And my take home message to anyone of ANY nationality is this: if you aren’t picking some variation of a colour that exists in nature, you’re going to generally look ridiculous. At best, nobody will take you seriously, unless perhaps you work in some form of the entertainment industry, or a hair stylist. And yes, with your hair being streaked blue, purple, or green, I will automatically think that either you are a child thinking you are really being outrageous and counter-culture, which is so super cool *rolls eyes*, or that you are a grown man/woman from some lower socioeconomic background with little self-esteem or ambition. This isn’t just because I absolutely hate the colours or anything, and this isn’t just my opinion. When anyone sees blue or green hair they think either “ghetto girl” or “emo punk wannabe”.

If you want to test this theory, show up for your next job interview for a credible, big-time company with blue streaks in your hair. Might as well just write “underachiever” all over your forehead and come in smelling of day-old whisky, with heroin tracks visible up your arms. Because you’ll have the exact same chances of getting hired either way.

Sooooo sexy, but even though it’s bold and daring, it’s still on the side of “natural enough so you don’t look like a goof”

Extreme isn’t bad, mind you. Extreme red (either fire engine or deep burgundy) is still a variation of red hair which is seen in nature, so all power to you. You’ll come off as a trendy, confident person (as long as it’s done tastefully, evenly, and the shade/tone you’ve picked goes well with your skin’s undertones). And to go back to my previous point, I absolutely HATE burgundy hair. Wouldn’t be caught dead with it. But on the right skin undertone, I think it looks great. It’s just not for me. But guess what? Electric blue and magic-marker green are just not for ANYONE. Period.

Now, that being said: there IS such a thing as a “natural” colour looking terrible on you, regardless of the tone you choose. Especially in combination with the style you’ve chosen. This is a message specially to my black ladies: unless you look half white, silky blonde hair looks absolutely HILARIOUS on you. Seriously. What better way is there to scream “I wish I lived up to the white ideal of beauty” than to pick yourself up a weave that looks like it came off of Barbie’s head? There isn’t one black person in the world, ever in life, to have been born with silky blonde hair. And not for anything, but the darker you are, the more blatantly obvious it is that it’s fake as hell, and the more patently obvious you’re trying WAY TOO HARD to look about as white as you can manage, because somewhere in your very mixed up head, it’s the only way to truly be beautiful.

Of course, the weave industry is alive and booming for a reason: the sad truth is, the percentage of black people in North America who buy a weave to be sporting any hair that isn’t their natural colour and texture is probably much higher than would make us comfortable. Chris Rock didn’t come up with the Good Hair documentary out of thin air: in America, people are willing to remortgage their houses to buy a pack of weave. Weave is much more accessible in Canada: I couldn’t imagine even seeing a pack of weave for a couple grand in any store ever, regardless of the quality. And I’ll let you in on a little secret: even the black people with “good hair” wear weave. I know, my whole life I’ve been told I have “good hair”. I still have black hair: in order for it to be straight, I’d have to relax it, and naturally it isn’t curly…it’s afro-tastic. However, it is soft and easier to comb than some people’s hair, and it also grows really long. I’ve been growing out my relaxer over the past few years, and even though freshly washed it barely looks chin-length, once it blow dried it, it’s clear down my back.

To give you an idea of my natural hair's shrinkage, this is it  left: wet with conditioner in it right: blown out a little.  This is still pre-straightening, but at this length it does down to the bottom of my bust line
To give you an idea of my natural hair’s shrinkage, this is it
left: wet with conditioner in it
right: blown out a little.
This is still pre-straightening, but at this length it does down to the bottom of my bust line

That all being said, I am a weave queen. Not only that, but I am a snobby weave queen. I’ve had a weave in my hair consistently for about 10 years now, and I don’t think anybody in the past 10 years except my stylist has seen my natural hair. And I refuse to buy crappy quality weave that gets trashy looking or gets matted or tangled or sheds. I am also very particular with the way it’s put in, and expect nothing less than perfection. All that means I pay a pretty penny to do my hair, and maintain it, but I love me my weave. Of course, my ideal of perfect hair is actually more so on the “bigger is better” and curly side. And although I don’t just stick to black hair, I generally go for shades that my natural hair will turn in the sun under the influence of chlorine: reds and coppers and lighter browns. Even on my light skin tone, I think blond just looks tragic. I did it once on my 18th or 19th birthday. Platinum and strawberry blond highlights. It just felt so…inauthentic. Straight blond hair? I looked in the mirror and didn’t see me, I saw me in white-drag.

Now, for those of you who either know this and are screaming “FOUL!!” on everything I am saying about black women and blond hair, or for those of you who don’t know, I’m now going to address the fact that there is a tribe of people in Melanesia who are dark-skinned people who all have natural blond hair. Seriously! Check out this video and see for yourself.

If you’d like to read up on the Melanesia tribe, click here. But just to highlight one fact, the reason that this tribe has blond people has nothing to do with European people. The gene that they have that causes the blond hair is actually completely different than the one that causes blond hair in people of Euro descent, so this trait evolved in this tribe based on a gene mutation with no outside genetic influence.

Seriously? Queen Latifah has come a loooonnnggg way. Anyone remember her from back in the days? But now that she represents black, beautiful queens with Covergirl, this is what is happening? *sighs*

But, did you notice anything? Like the fact that not one of them has silky hair? You can try and use them all you want as your card into “my blog wig has NOTHING to do with being white” but let’s be serious for five seconds.  You know that long before you ever heard of that little tribe, you were looking at pretty, popular Suzie at school, or that white blond model/actress/singer and saying to yourself that if you only looked like her, then it would solve some problem you have. Like, maybe you would be able to be rich, successful, beautiful, popular. Somehow you got the ideal in your mind that “white is right”, “white is beautiful” and “if I want that, I can get it by being white”. Tell me I’m wrong. Seriously. I would love to hear what you could possibly come up with that will somehow break this theory of mine.

We get outraged when some delusional white girl thinks the black woman in her yoga class is sliently resenting her for her perfect little white body, like that is the ideal. We get insulted when black jokes are made about the size of our lips or noses, about our levels of intelligence, or about our lack of capability outside of the physical arena (i.e. sports and dancing). And then we do idiocy like sport long, silky-blonde hair, get plastic surgery on our noses, or scar ourselves permanently trying to bleach our skin to a lighter shade.

Where is the pride in our personal appearance? Where is the love for self, for all that these aspects of our appearance symbolize in so far as where we come from, what are background is, and what a wonderful bunch of people we have as ancestors? But more importantly: how are you going to engender self-pride and confidence in your children when, when they look at you, all they see is you trying to be just like Suzie’s mom? If it’s not good enough for you, there must be something terribly wrong with them, too.

headshake gif disappointment
*sighs* so, so sad

Just some food for thought this lovely Monday morning y’all. Have a safe and Happy Family Day, and remember to use this day for what it’s SUPPOSED to be all about – not just another free day off of work, but a chance to really take the time to appreciate and enjoy your family, just because.


5 thoughts on “Some Colours Were NOT Made For Hair & Some Are Just Not For YOU!

  1. I think she is beautiful with the blue hair. Hair color does not define your social background or your up keeping. I’m black, with my hair dyed blue and I’m neither ghetto, or a punk want a be. I’m an educated student. Working on my bachelor degree, a hard working women in the work force with oddly colored hair. People just simply like to express themselves, and be diffetent. Why conform to society and wear “natural color” hair if you don’t want to. But that is just my opinion.


    1. I guess at the end of the day, if you are happy with what you see in the mirror, and your style choices are not currently, or won’t potentially in the future, negatively impact your life and career goals, the more power to you.

      My statement is Not that those with blue or other non-natural colored hair are actually punks or the other negative connotations associated with those stand-out colors: it’s that unfortunately we live in a world where immediate stereotyping and first impressions are par for the course, and are often based solely on visually apparent things – such as looks and observable behavior.

      Using another example, if I were to see a big beefy guy covered with tattoos, with tattoos on his face and neck that were swastika’s and aerian pride related, I would assume he’s terribly racist, and most likely avoid contact. But let’s say he’s not: actually he’s a sweet, gentle, loving man who is the least racist, most inclusive person on earth. When he says the swastikas on his face don’t state he’s racist, they are just personal expression and he just like the shape, how many people who encounter him would ever come to that conclusion? And how many people after a brief conversation would believe it to be true?

      The fact is, north America allows us the freedom of expression. That does not eliminate the human need or desire to assess people based on the ways in which they express themselves, and jump to conclusions based on that assessment. As long as you’re OK with the perception people have of you on first glance, or perhaps the bias going forward they will slant your every word and move with based on that impression, then who cares, right?

      But if you do care, and if it would be harmful to your future or career to have potential employers view you in such a light, or potential clients, then your may want to consider a more conservative image for daily life, and have something like removable clip in colored extensions for when you have a day off.


      1. Comparing of swastika tattoos to blue hair. That doesn’t make any sense. You are the most obnoxious blogger I have ever come across. Hope this hobby ended for you like it should have years ago. Your opinions suck and so does your writing. Weird ass bitch.


        1. The truth hurts… and a hit dog will holler… thank you for proving these idioms true. I wonder…

          What personal style choices have you made in your life that had you ostracized, criticized, rejected, or otherwise negatively affected and there was nothing you could do about it except yell and scream and stomp your feet, lamenting how utterly UNFAIR IT IS!!!!

          This is the problem with the newest feminism wave… it lies to you and tells you that you actually have a right to how other people perceive you, and that you have a God given deserving of being treated in a way that YOU think is fair and that YOU think is owed to you, by some so called protected birth right or because of some selectively biased in the positive accounting of your own life.

          Here’s a news flash: the world owes you nothing, life isn’t fair, and humanity evolved over millenia… your current social acceptability mandate can not and will not in any way alter evolved processes in the human psyche.

          #SorryNotSorry 🤷🏾‍♀️

          I’m sure like most snowflakes you find objective truth that directly conflicts with how you *feel* obnoxious. Im ok with that.

          See how I can accept reality for what it is? …. ok ready? Your turn!

          P.s. just cuz YOU Don’t see any issue or stereotype or negative connotation with blue hair does not entitle you to impose that belief upon the greater society. So if you can’t see the connection between how people perceive you based on some surface thing, like a tattoo or hair color or ANYTHING AT ALL because you’re in your feelings and your feelings cloud your logic.. well



  2. I just turned 51. I’ve been gainfully employed since grad. school as a full-time graphic artist for a large corporate conglomerate. My boyfriend of 15 years is a high school assistant principal at a nationally reputable high school. We own our home.

    I was about 29 when I got up the courage to stop straightening my hair. Cutting it short took another decade. I was around 44 when I started dying it blue. Since then, I’ve buzzed it low, grown it past my shoulders, let it go gray for a year… all a few times over.

    Now, I sometimes forget that I have unusually colored hair. Once, I arranged to meet a stranger on a busy midtown NYC corner during my lunch break, in order to sell a concert ticket I no longer needed. To recognize me, all I could think to tell her was that I’d be wearing a black coat. We figured it out after 10 minutes of standing right near each other, watching the sea of black-coated New Yorkers. I apologized for the time we could have saved. She said she could relate: she used to dye her own hair unnatural colors. It’s kind of like forgetting what earrings you put on that morning.

    The process of eliminating the fear of judgment by others in my life is in the top two or three of the most important things I have ever done, and continue to do. It has saved my life.

    A woman in an elevator once told me you have to have a lot of confidence, and a very healthy sense of self to pull off blue hair. I realized that she was right, and I thanked her.

    Anyway, you look and appear young, still. Hang in there.


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