For the last 3 years or so, I've shaved my head at least twice a week. It's my style. I like it. The ladies like it and I'm pretty sure it's in my NSA profile picture. But every few years, I decide to grow my hair out. I done gone and tried it again. I have about a half of a half of a half an inch. It's just enough to let me know I'm not going bald yet. Also, it it is long enough to brush which reminded me that I don't even have a hair brush. That realization made me realize something else: I have no idea how to treat my hair. Like I said, I've had hair before. Fade to cesar to twisties to fro, I've seen it all. I've even made it to cornrows. The thing is, I always find my way back home. One of the main factors is that I have no idea what to do with hair. I am 36 years old, and I have literally never bought shampoo. I've bought sunscreen. I've bought a wedding ring. Shit, I've bought tampons with a...
Random Bloggings From a Random Black man.