When Life Is a Bad-Hair Day
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Regarding the Oct. 4 Sunday Style & Arts story "You Grow, Girl; As Chris Rock Airs the Secrets of the Salon, Black Women Untangle Feelings About 'Good Hair' ":
I enjoyed the article, but doesn't every woman want hair other than what she's got?
I am 100 percent Irish American (as far as I know), cursed with curly (some would say "frizzy") brown hair, though by now, after so many years of coloring it, who knows what hue it is?
I, too, longed for shoulder-length straight hair. I still do, but at 69, I know it isn't possible. My horror stories involve hair wrapped in socks (yes, footwear) to make long sausage curls. I dreaded the Saturday nights when Aunt Hannah was the designated hairdresser. If you so much as breathed deeply as she tried to brush out the snarly mess, whack went the brush. Another undiagnosed concussion!
Black or white, we are sisters under the skin. We have more similarities than differences. I pray that women can unite in action and prayer, working together for peace and understanding.
CATHERINE QUINNAN
Dunmore, Pa.
