See?
I don't have dreadlocks now because Earth, in an astonishingly cohesive exhibition of groupthink, doesn't appreciate people of European lineage having dreadlocks.
When I put my hair in dreads, peeps would think they knew quite a bit about me, had me "cased out" if you will. The byproducts of having this hairstyle were entirely adverse... Police cursed at me uncivilly. New acquaintances would neglect to learn my name and refer to me as "dreadlocks" or "rudeboy" or "Rage" or whatever you like. Supervisors under whom my performance had remained consistent suddenly adopted a demeanor somewhere between awkward distance and flat-out disdain. Interviews for new jobs were knowingly a joke. Women who had flirted with me before now ice-grilled me in indication of how personally my hair must have offended them. And people would leapfrog over the "do you smoke" question and go straight to "where do you buy" or "are you holding".
...Incidentally, having dreadlocks means that a person rolled his/her hair up into locks. The prereqs for achieving this look, for a person with my type of hair, include:
- wax
- a few hours' worth of patience.
Substance abuse, lack of intelligence and hygiene, affinity for a certain type of music - although fantastic calls to make on an utter stranger, technically not legitimate dreadlock prereqs.
Eventually, I was forced to revert. It was just not worth it. I was tired of having to prove my worth with two strikes against me. A couple of people actually told me,
"You're too smart for dreadlocks."
The intriguing thing to me...
When an individual is making a personal judgment on me based wholly on the way my hair is done that day, somehow he/she can be endowed with the staggering nerve to call me a tool.
Ruefully faux-hawked
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