BO[A]LD AND BEAUTIFUL

Today, Wednesday, the 19th of May, I did what I haven't done since 2003!
Back then it was out of necessity, but today, twas purely by choice.

I SHAVED MY HAIR OFF, yup EVEREYTHANG!
Meaning I no longer have any fringe to hide big foreheads behind, or any hair to latch braids onto, pretending to be black Rapunzel or am I unbeWEAVAble, I am simply an average [G.I] Jane, who decided to take a personal route on how I view my apprearance and see how it affects me in all spheres.

Right now I simply can't get used to the wind sending shivers down my spine, the minute a breeze  causes me a brain freeze!

I'm wary to people's reactions to me.
My sister was nice enough to utter over the phone that I'll look like a dyke and/ or... wait for it... MY DAD!
Which had me feeling sorry for her, it seems PE has done her mind more harm than good and she really needs to spread her wings...
And had me wondering why is it meant to be an insult if I look like my sperm donor, daymn I should be doing cartwheels around the block, knowing that my mum knows who my real dad is/ was which helps prove to me that I come from a REAL background, and that Jerry Springer will be minus us on his guest list.

 I then looked at what society in general thinks about bald women.
 Among females, a healthy head of hair is an indicator of youth and beauty.
 We have princess/suburban prom queen stereotypes of normality. Women need hair to have societal approval.
I then realised that my single self would remain as such, since the conformists of the dating world would overlook ALLA THIS, based on my hairstyle, which then makes me wonder if we are not perhaps all shallow mofo's playing hop-scotch with each other's emotions?



If you are a guy and you shave your head no one says anything. Unfortunately though, if you’re female, the sight of a woman’s bare scalp still makes society’s hair stand on end.
Despite how far we’ve come, beauty and sexuality remain tied to a woman’s hair. There is a certain amount of vanity in those tresses.

Social pressures regarding appearance are generally felt more strongly by women, and female head shaving is considered taboo to many people. Societal norms dictate that “girls should have long hair”. Even when baldness is caused by illness, it is taboo because it flouts conventions of acceptable femininity



So, here are my questions:
Are women who shave their heads degrading their identity?

Are bald women sexy?

What is it about a bald woman that generates so much controversy?

Why when we see a bald woman do we assume she’s a lesbian, a radical feminist, a political extremist, or a skinhead?

Why is a bald female head taboo?

What is it with this global fetish with hair?
 
And have I now made a big mistake and made myself the latest social outcast because I chose to do as I wished and not what was suggested would suit my face?
 
I feel like Saartjie Bartman as the main attraction at the circus...
 
This walk's about to make Madib's seem like a stroll in the park, pray your god[s] guard my sanity and what high esteem I have left...[sighing nervously]
 
 
A toast to my SUPERMODEL ON LIFE'S DAILY RAMP!

The lights are on, but nobody's home...

The mind is a beautiful and intriguing muscle.

Yes muscle, because it too uses up energy, just like the man's third leg,  which unfortunately takes precedence over actual thought in most situations, which's why why the world is the way it is.

How many people would agree with me if  I say most cases of violence were based on egos , and carefully-thought out decisions, where this muscle would have broken into a sweat, which means a lot of people would sleep out from exhaustion, and all decisions made in the world would be sensible?

I long for a perfect world... 

Garmin

Hello to all estranged peeps out there, know your life stopped and you became a bit paranoid wondering if this blog ever existed, due to my lack of blogging!
I sincerely apologise, I don't think I ever let on that what is now seen as human trafficking, was initially slavery, and I happen to be the victim, in it's purest form ,in what's posed as an events company....

Which is how I discovered our travelling acquaintance, called Doris Garmin, commonly known as a GPS.
Oh yes that monotonous, emotionally-challenged, programmed lady, concubine of Sir Compass, how else would she know all the world's co-ordinates come rain or sun?
Initially when you get acquainted, you really take to her, as she plays guide-dog and you eagerly anticipate her announcement of your arrival at your destination, in record time and having done that, you kindly and ever so gratefully relieve her, till your next destitution.

That my dear friends is merely the honeymoon phase, which sadly and oh so commonly, wears off after five dates, where you grudgingly notice, how much she reminds you of your spouse, when you actually meet the real them. For she becomes confused, and sends you on a wild goose chase to the most dangerous parts of the city, purely out of vengeance for whatever bitchy remark you made a month ago, be it about her weight, skin or cooking. Oh yes, even 'programs' have feelings and hold grudges, why do you think she would make you drive for an hour to a place that's ten minutes away, or make you drive in a circle, when the right exit, was 10 metres away? What, you thought, she didn't hear you when you said you wanted to replace her? These walls have ears friend, even the thoughts in your head aren't trademarked anymore...

Now imagine this scenario, a vernacular, gangster, twanging, Afrikaaps-speaking Doris?!
Thank God it's a European creation! The cussing you'd get for every time it has to recalculate would be worthy of a thesaurus! If you know anything about direct translation of English to any vernacular language, you'll understand the paragraphs you'd hear in place of sentences!
OMG I just got dizzy, just playing that out in my head, now imagine having to play Simon says, with that...
God bless the man who imposed english on us, and declared it a universal language!

That said I personally would rather follow road signs, then listen to that dyke's voice, same way that blind guy would choose a midget over that labrador as his guide dog!

Next gadget please?!