Over a week ago, my story on Clutch was picked up by The Grio. It was exposed to a whole ‘nother group of folks who took it upon themselves to co-sign or rip me apart in the comments section. I’m grateful for the exposure on another national site, especially one of The Grio’s caliber. Believe it or not, I only checked for new comments and Twitter retweets literally a few times. I’ve learned that the best writers are the best because they write with conviction. No matter how many people suggested I was a sell-out or a wannabe white girl because I live by the flat iron, I let it roll off. Once you believe what you believe, not much can change that. I hope to write more honest pieces like that. It’s a challenge to be completely open when writing. Here are some of my favorite comments on the piece:
“EVERYTIME I SEE A BLK WOMAN WITH A PERM…I SEE A SAD, PATHETIC SOUL.. YOU WILL PUT THESE CHEMICALS IN YOUR HEAD UNTIL THEY DESTROY YOUR HAIR AND SCALP..”
“Alisha, thanks for your article, but you can relax now. No one cares how you choose to do (or not do) your hair. Hope your next article is actually about something real. Clearly, you don’t have enough to do at work these days.”
“Black People will say virtually anything to justify their self-hatred!! You keep trying to look like them and laugh at you and how weak-minded you are!!!!!”
I have to admit, that second comment had me ROLLING!!! Lord, help me to be a better niggra and not wish to be white despite my brown skin. Amen.
In other news….
Tomorrow I will schedule my second major surgery since 2004 to remove fibroids. I hate them. I despise. I want them gone ASAP. I will write a goodbye letter to them because it’s just that serious. Along with that, comes six weeks of recuperation time. I know from experience that every week is absolutely needed. What am I going to do for that long? The last time this happened, I was living at my parents’ house, fresh off my first year of graduate school. I was more than happy to be away from my dreadful job at Target in Baton Rouge. It was summer, and I had nothing to do, but sleep my life away and get geared up to return to grad school. So much for that.
I guess this means I have absolutely no choice but to kick this writing into high gear though I’ll be “working from home” a bit. Luckily, I have a stack of books I haven’t read yet. More on this situation later.