Goldie Barajas
English 15 Literature & Society
1/24/11
Hair: A Girl’s Concern
Being a girl is complicated for me at times. As a matter of fact, I dare to affirm all girls in this world have had complications due to the mere fact of being born a girl. Girls have a million things to worry about. If our hair does not look shiny and silky like in the Pantene shampoo commercials that are shown about beautiful healthy hair, then we are in trouble. If we do not dress girly or appropriately, then we are in trouble. If our make up is not done nicely and makes us look ugly, then we are in trouble. But in trouble with who? In trouble, with the media and society because our appearance is the number one thing we get criticized for by these two social forces. Nevertheless, in the selection “Plaits” from the memoir The Mee Street Chronicles: Straight Up Stories of a Black Woman’s Life by Frankie Lennon, the narrator, finds herself having trouble with these social forces but not because of her appearance in general, but because of the way her hair looked in comparison, to what the media had projected her about nice beautiful hair through Shirley Temple, a famous movie star, in the 1930’s.
“Plaits” is a narrative in which the narrator finds herself having conflict between herself and her hair due to society and the media. This type of conflict is defined as internal and external as well because the narrator is fighting against a social force (media) and against her own self for not accepting her hair. At age six, this social force, which is the media, lets the narrator clearly know that her hair is considered ugly by society and that the only type of hair that would make her beautiful would be Little Miss Shirley Temple’s hair. Shirley Temple, as the narrator states was “a movie star and America’s sweetheart…a miniature beauty whose hair was a dream of sun-kissed curls-Shirley Temple curls-that bounced and swayed whenever she tap-danced…everyone of us wished she would wake up to find that her wiry, corkscrewed locks had turned magically into Shirley’s straight, blonde, silky curls. Her hair, they said was the best: Good Hair. Our hair, they said, was the worst: Bad Hair. Topsy-Hair. “(pg.44) Knowing this, the narrator developed hatred or disgust for her hair. She did not want to look like Buckwheat or Topsy, which white people used in the media to make fun of black people, and this meant looking horrible and farther away from acquiring Shirley Temple’s curls, which made you beautiful according to society.
Having Shirley Temple’s silky curls would avoid the narrator some teasing from her playmates but unfortunately that was not possible especially not after the narrator’s mother braided the narrator’s hair into “a jillion itty-bitty plaits” (pg.43) causing James, one of her playmates cousin’s, to tease her and call her Buckwheat. Being called Buckwheat “was the worst name calling ever” (pg.47) and this triggered the narrator to act upon the ugly remark, James had given her. She made up her mind to do something that cooked her own goose, so to speak. That same day the narrator decided to sneak into her parents’ room, grab the scissors in the dresser’s drawer and cut-off her plaits that had some clothespins her mother had attached to them, which was the cause of James name calling her.
The next day she woke up to find her parents staring at her in disappointment. But strangely enough she did not get a punishment because her mother thought looking like a “half-plucked” chicken was enough especially since she knew her daughter had a kindergarten play in three-weeks, in which she had planned to get curls done like Shirley Temple. The narrator wanted to look like a fairy and fit into the concept of the fairies she had always seen on magazines, which were the pretty ones with hair like Shirley Temple. The narrator had cooked her on goose, which meant she had been part of her own tragedy, which was cutting her hair because now she could not get curls like Shirley Temple. The narrative ends ironically, this means the intention or attitude opposite to that which is actually indicated had occurred. Indeed, it did the narrator ended up with nothing close to Shirley Temple’s curls.
Now we cannot judge the narrator for her actions but understand that the pressure of wanting to have pretty, nice hair drove her to the limits of what she could stand, teasing. She could not stand being teased or name called by anyone especially not her playmates. As the narrator, many of us cannot stand the fact that sometimes our hair will not be in perfect conditions but we must remember that we are all different and that our hair is our hair short, long, curly, silky or dry it is still our hair and it is part of who we are. There is a reason why our hair is different and that should be praised. Believe it or not our hair says a lot about our beliefs or cultural background. It says a lot about ourselves. In my case, my hair says I’m a Latina and I am proud of it. So, perhaps, next time when you look at your hair, you should be proud of what it has to say to you.