Yes, this is my real hair. No, you may not touch it.

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If you don’t know me in real life and have somehow missed a snapshot of me on this blog, you may not know that I have natural hair (and by “natural”, I mean it is free of chemical relaxers that would make it straight). I transitioned to natural hair in 2008, when I was going through a major life change and a ton of stress that manifested in hair loss. I’m talking clumps of hair coming out at a time. So – as a salon junkie – I decided to simplify my life and stop fixating on my hair. I decided to return to my roots, so to speak, and stop damaging my already fine strands and tender head by just seeing what would happen if I stopped the lyes (pun intended).

So. Fast forward five years and I have a full, healthy head of nearly bra-strap length, naturally curly hair. I love my texture (which is somewhere between 3B and 3C if you’re into hair typing, and I am not), and I love the versatility: I can get dressed without paying undue attention to the weather report and having a zillion back up plans for humidity or rain.  I can wear it curly or I can have it blown straight, all in the same week. Top knots, blowouts, or simply wash and go…I wear it all.

That being said, I am not my hair. During the process of returning to natural hair, I learned to appreciate what makes me, ME. But I don’t spend a lot of time thinking about what having natural hair means. To me, it’s just hair: not a political statement.  How I wear it is strictly a matter of personal choice. But I’ve also learned that other people are fascinated by natural textures, and I’ve entertained a lot of positive and negative comments and questions – from specific product usage to how I achieve my curl pattern – and I welcome them. Learning to care for something I hadn’t really dealt with since say, elementary school (when my “styling” technique was limited to a ponytail) was daunting, and I don’t mind sharing the tips I’ve picked up along the way, or receiving new ones from others. I’ve learned not to be offended by people who don’t understand “why I HAVE to wear my hair that way“…as if there’s something wrong, ugly or inappropriate about the crown and glory I grow naturally. That’s their issue, not mine.  But what I don’t appreciate is the random person who walks up and puts his or her hand in or on my hair.

So I was interested to see this social experiment, where women with various textures stood on the street and let strangers feel their hair, in the name of satisfying their curiosity, combating ignorance, and engaging in discussion. And I guess they were stunned to find out it feels like what it is: HAIR.

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I appreciate that this was done in the spirit of enlightening folks and I can totally appreciate the curiosity, but you don’t have to touch something in order to admire it.  It’s okay to ask questions and engage with me verbally (feel free to, I love it!), but touching me is far too much.  My body is not a free-for-all, and I’m not a one-woman petting zoo or exhibit. It’s really mind-blowing to me that people remain blissfully unaware that women’s bodies are not up for grabs. I don’t want to go all “eye of the tiger” on anyone, but I consider uninvited touching an unspoken invitation for me to “touch” you back. Extreme? Yeah. But we all learn in preschool (or via home training) to keep our hands to ourselves.

If you really want to know what dealing with my hair is like,  just ask my stylist.

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Meggings for Spring?

Ease on down the road…

I feel like I’ve posted this before, and if I have, bear with me. What with emerald being the color of the year and The Wiz turning 35, I predict a few more Oz-themed posts for the blog. The themes in The Wiz and The Wizard of Oz are special to me, because aren’t we all on some sort of wild or weird journey? Haven’t we all felt like we could use a fairy godmother or just a little bit more heart, courage or wisdom? Haven’t we all wanted a pair of super fabulous shoes to protect us and send us back to safety (or at least over the rainbow)?

I forgot that I am literally one of Dorothy’s granddaughters, and whatever I need for this journey, I already have. I needed to hear this today, and maybe you do, too:

If you’re feeling like “you can’t win, you can’t break even, or you can’t get out of the game”, just keep it pushing, darlings…and don’t let the turkeys (okay, crows) get you down. And if this isn’t a shoe that will make you strut down the yellow brick road of life, I don’t know what is. The “Diva” by Jimmy Choo is available at Nordstrom for $1495.

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Chivalry over swag: a conversation with Enitan Bereola

EBereolaThanks to Catfishing, Te’oing, thinking like a man while acting like a lady and watching the parade of  Real Housewives (or Husbands), it’s no wonder young adults today are confused: simply relating to each other and to the opposite sex often seems like a comedy of errors.  In the shuffle of tweets and retweets, reposts, hastily shared Facebook statuses, memes, instant messages and emails, manners and good, old-fashioned home training are often cast aside.  Many have forgotten how to simply be, or how to behave when they can no longer hide behind a smartphone or computer screen. 

Enter Enitan O. Bereola II and his Bereolaesque movement.

In true 21st century fashion, I became acquainted with Mr. Bereola through another friend-in-the-head, Demetria Lucas  , who shared his brief wit and wisdom via retweets featuring the hashtag #Pleasantries. Most of them were common sense with a slight twist, others hilarious, but all featured pointed observations about something many neglect: manners. For example:

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Mr. Bereola, a FAMU alum who will appear at the University of South Alabama next Tuesday, is a noted Soul Train columnist and the author of How To Be a Gentleman – Bereolaesque: The Contemporary Gentleman & Etiquette Book For The Urban Sophisticate.  He is currently writing a sequel to his first book, entitled Gentlewoman.  His message is simple: chivalry is back. I had the pleasure of chatting with him recently.

On substance over style: “I think [I’m] traditional but unconventional. [My style is] appropriate but inappropriate: class with a bit of an edge.  I say those things because I never trusted a man who was too perfectly dressed. There’s something about a guy who puts too much emphasis on dress that seems like he’s [trying to doo too much].  I’m not perfect and I have flaws. I may wear my tie bar a little crooked.”

On his mission: “My mission is to make the world a better place one gentleman or lady at a time.  People have natural desire to Bereolaesque__ebook_copybe good, but there aren’t a lot of outlets for people to do that. [We live in a world where]  ‘good’ is corny and ‘bad’ is what’s cool. We kind of grow up with that mentality that you receive attention when you’re doing bad.  Who’s on the news? The straight-A student or the person that just robbed someone?”

Is courtship dead? “It’s on a respirator.  The things is, people are so used to social networking interfaces that they don’t have any personality in real life, [they] can’t converse in real life, they get on a date and they’re a different person. You can be who you want to be via technology; you can say what you want to say and hide behind the protection.”

His inspiration?  Basketball Wives [laughs]. No I think we all have a  purpose, we’re all born to do something.”

On his signature closing (“Pleasantries”): “It’s almost a mockery of the traditional gentleman. You’d expect him to be uptight; nobody talks like that [nowadays].  Some of the things I say may not be in line with what you may expect a gentleman to say, so you go “Wait, WHAT?” It’s showing you a gentlemen may not be who you think he is; he doesn’t always look a certain way or talk a certain way. A gentleman can be anybody. I’m playing with the audience when I use that word, and opening people’s eyes to the idea that being a gentleman is accessible to anybody.”

You’re on a book tour, you’re finishing a guide for the ladies, you have a Soul Train column and you’re in overdrive on social media. How do you find balance? “Having a good woman and having a family keeps you humble and brings you to reality. I never believe my own hype. As long as you remain human in it all – I take vacations and social media fasts so I don’t get too caught up in that world.   Keeping people close who knew you before is key. Theyll be the first to tell you if you’re smelling yourself too much or remind you of a situation back in the day; you can’t get too caught up in all of it.”

What can the audience at USA expect during your visit? “They can definitely expect to laugh, be entertained and informed.  We’re going to talk about the do’s and don’ts of dating in college, what to avoid and what killed chivalry.  I definitely expect them to enjoy themselves and open up and ask whatever questions they want to ask.”

Don’t miss Enitan Bereola II and “The Do’s and Don’ts of Dating in College” on Tuesday, January 29th at the University of South Alabama’s Mitchell Center, Room 1101, at 7 PM.

Connect with Enitan on Facebook and Twitter.

Are you fit and fab?

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How many of you resolved to get fit this year?

How many of you have already fallen off the Jillian Michaels/Weight Watchers/cabbage soup diet/Zumba bandwagons?

I know, I know. Because I make the same goal every six months – before or after swimsuit season – and promptly break it when I’m met with a bowl of queso, a pint of Blue Bell or a hard day at work. I start off with the best intentions but somehow – usually after the boost losing ten pounds gives me – I lunge into a taco here, cupcake there backslide. But I finally decided I was tired of wearing a size (or two, if I’m being honest) larger than I think I am in my mind. I’m tired of my doctor’s not-so-subtle hints about getting more exercise every day (The lowest blow? When he commented about how quickly Beyonce lost her baby weight…and I don’t have a kid).

Point blank: I’m tired of not feeling my best. Im tired of feeling TIRED. It’s not really about a number on a scale or the tag inside a dress. No matter how chic your outfit is, or how “beat” your hair and makeup are, they can’t cover up high cholesterol, high blood pressure or poor nutrition forever. I may not ever look exactly like Blue Ivy’s mama, but I certainly want to look and feel the absolute best Alexis can.

So I’m back on the wagon (er, treadmill). I laced up my New Balances, put on my tights and head scarf and ran for my life at the crack of dawn this morning. (And guess what? I didn’t die.) I’m not going to let a bad mood or a lack of preparation and motivation send me careening off track. I have the Nike + and My Fitness Pal apps to monitor my progress and to keep track of my calories and water intake. And I have some great friends (and an unforgiving scale) to hold me accountable.

Who’s with me?

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