Office Appropriate: Wet Hair is NOT Business Attire

As another addition to my prior “Office Appropriate: Where is Your Casual Considered Business?” post, I have to add wet hair.  I understand that some people work out or just shower in the morning.  Washing your hair in the A.M. may be necessary.  But coming into the office wet is not. Certain styles, colors, textures may look ridiculous but wet hair just looks like you didn’t care.

The oilier your natural hair, the more often you need to wash it.  My old officemate has to wash her blond hair daily.  My roommate washes her hair a few times a week.  I on the other hand only have to wash mine once a week. If that sounds gross to you, we probably have very different textures.  Because my hair is evidence of my African roots (pun intended), it’s thick, dry and retains water like none other.  The more often I wash it and put heat on it, the more brittle and dry it gets.  No good.

So maybe I’m just bitter that I can’t wash my hair and come into the office in the morning.  Not only would my hair progressively look like a dry jheri curl throughout the day (think Don King), it would also be wet well into the evening.  My hair needs heat and straightening to look presentable.  It sucks but it’s the truth.

Some people’s hair doesn’t look as bad wet, less apparent and non-discolored.  The straighter/curlier and darker your natural hair, the better it probably looks damp.  Waves and frizz don’t respond well to a lack of control and product.  But even if your hair dries lovely and only take a few hours, I don’t think wet hair is office appropriate.  It looks like you were running late and didn’t care.  If you hair is wet but your makeup is plastered, I have an issue with you.  I understand not “doing” you hair at the office but coming in dry shouldn’t be too much to ask.  If it takes a long time (like my two hour process), plan accordingly.  There’s really no reason to come in wet, wrinkled, or smelly.  Sorry.

My current officemate disagreed with me about this topic (possibly because she can get away with wet hair).  My opinion is not the gospel truth but I stand by it.  Her points were limited time and damaging heat.  My response to both is plan ahead.  If you’re going to the gym or showering in the morning and don’t want to damage your hair with heat, rethink when you’re showering.  I could say the same thing about when I choose to shave my legs or iron my clothes.

She also made the point that while she agreed it wasn’t “professional”, it wasn’t “unprofessional.”  I don’t see things in that way.  Rather than considering things shades of gray, it’s white (or black, depending on your preference) and everything else.  There are levels of professionalism in appearance but I don’t see a middle ground of either/neither.  You’re either professional or not.  The level of not is debatable and where the shades of gray become an issue.

To be fair, I’ll occasionally rock a headscarf, typically around the time I need a retouch (a relaxer perm that’s applied to my roots every two months).  Do I think the headscarf is business appropriate? Not at all.  But occasionally I don’t care.  If I didn’t have time to conduct my two-hour washing-conditioning- drying-straightening process the night before, I make due with covering it all up.  No supervisor has ever said anything negative about it.  In fact, my manager at the mall, thinks it’s chic and loves it.  Would I meet a new boss or client with it on? No.  But sometimes you just succumb to the laziness.

When you enter the office, you should always look your best and be prepared to meet a boss or client that might stop by.  If you think wet/damp hair is appropriate, do what you do.  Just be aware that people like me will be judging or secretly bitter (at least until it’s dry).

Mid-way in her two-hour hair drying process,

Jo’van

The World…As I See It: Unwed Mothers – A Problem or a Reality Simply Brought to Light?

Preliminary data from a birthrate study conducted by the National Center for Health Statistics titled “Births: Preliminary Data for 2007” was released last week.  For most media, the 23-page report can be summed up in one or both of two key points:

1.) The historic 1950’s Baby Boom is over.  More babies were born in the 2007 than any other year in US history, beating the long-standing record set in 1957.

2.) Wedding rings are having less and less bearing on childbirth in the US.  Around 40% of mothers to newborns in 2007 were unmarried, up 26% since 2002.

While the first point marked an interesting historical development.  The baby boomers are no longer the largest but in roughly ten articles I read about the study, only one of them mentioned this stat.  Instead, everyone else focused on the unwed mothers.

Knowing several and understanding how easily this can become the case, I have nothing but respect for single, presumably unwed mothers.  Raising children is not a task to be taken lightly.  You are responsible for caring for and teaching another human being, whether they be the next Barack Obama, Britney Spears or Ted Bundy.  I had so many people involved in my upbringing (parents, step-parents, grandparents) that I can’t imagine being the person I am without all of those people’s influences.  A single, unwed mother is under immense pressure to provide for and protect her child(ren) while being ALL of those people.

With that said, I hope to never be a part of that statistic.  Having grown up in a “mildly” religious family (my stepfather was just a minister, whatever), I get the whole “child born out of wedlock” thing but for the most part, people press that issue to encourage you not to have premarital sex.  If you’ve already burst that bubble (or popped that cherry), there has to be more of a meaning.  Unwed mothers get a lot of crap from religious people and often feel pressured to marry by their families (think Bristol Palin) but marriage, especially to the actual father, may not be the best option, if it’s an option at all.

Theoretically, you should only sleep with your husband/wife.  But if that’s not the case, what do you do when the line’s blue? (While there are countless methods of birth control, sometimes they don’t work as well as thy should.  If you’re not using any, I have little sympathy for any whining but still respect your choice, one way or the other.)  There are countless scenarios we could play out but in the end, marrying the father is not an option.  And that’s exactly what it should be, an OPTION.

Unwed/single mothers are not a problem.  They’re just an overwhelming reality.  Instead of judging them, we should be doing what we can to help them, build them up for doing it alone, not tearing them down for not rushing to the altar.  Where’s the article about unwed fathers?

Personally, the reasons I hope to never be an unwed mother are a mixture of religious/family, financial and emotional issues.

1.) While I don’t think God would damn me for premarital sex that resulted in a life, my family would have a hard time dealing with it.  I’d never be disowned but I’d rather avoid any “serious” conversations about future birth control methods with my father.

2.) I hope to be able to support a family on my eventual paycheck but I don’t want to HAVE to.  Children and mortgages are expensive.  A dual-income household would be preferred.  Dual-income can happen without marriage but if we’re already there, I’d like to wear my white dress and make my friends look ridiculous in sea green bridesmaid dresses.

3.) As I’ve caused, raising a child is stressful.  I’d prefer to have someone to share the burden/joy with.  A partnership.  If God blesses me with a child, I know that I’ll be able to care for it.  I’d just like to be able to share that joy with someone else – and to have someone help me maintain my adult sanity.

4.) Children need balance.  Single mothers and fathers have raised amazing children.  But having grown up with men AND women very involved in the process, I’d hope my child(ren) would be able to experience that same reality.

I just hope if/when I see that little blue line, I can also see a wedding band on the hand holding it up.

Thankful to be currently unwed and childless,

Jo’van

The World…As I See It: Jeans and a T-Shirt… The End of Traditional Femininity?

I read an interesting post on Brazeen Careerist today.  Tyler Hurst asks “What Happened to Femininity?”  Tyler apparently has a problem (slight or extreme is up to your interpretation and current mood) with women assuming traditional male roles.  While he discusses several examples, women in pants seemed to be his main sticking point.  Tyler feels wearing pants is a physical embodiment of the gender roles switching. While I don’t agree with every (or really any) thing he said, it did make me laugh.

My favorite parts:

  • Every damn time I see you girls in pants–usually jeans–and a t-shirt, a little part of me dies inside.
  • For years you’ve asked us to get in touch with our feelings, but when it comes down to it, you want manliness.
  • We get nothing. We get a generation of women raised by their parents with no idea how to cook, how to dress and how to keep up your half of the arrangement.
  • I have no problem with men learning more about women and women becoming more like men, but both sexes are inheriting the WORST qualities of the other. Men have learned to be overly sensitive, women have learned to be sloppy and be waited on.

Ok, ok.  Yes, the sexes have begun to assume each other’s traditional roles.  But I think “traditional” is exactly what we get hung up on.  Since when did “traditional” mean “right”?  Traditionally, the women would cook but if the man is a better cook, he should cook.  Traditionally, the men would make and manage the money but if I’m better at managing the bills, why shouldn’t I?  If he is neat and picky, why shouldn’t he clean?  If I like to landscape, can’t I work on the yard?

A lot of things have changed in the last few generations.  I’m happy to live in the present and can only imagine how much closer to “equals” we’ll get in the future.  For now, though, I must accept that there are going to be people that cling to aspects of the “traditional.”  If Tyler wants a woman who enjoys skirts, sundresses and ponytails, I hope he finds one.  There are plenty of women that enjoy being his definition of feminine.  With the option of pants and t-shirts, I’d never be the one.

Now, I wear my fair share of skirts, dresses, halter tops, tank tops, etc.  But first, these pieces require “special” undergarments.  Strapless bras, thongs or (god-forbid) nothing are not comfortable options for me.  I much prefer the security of “traditional” undergarments.  Boxers, briefs or boxer-briefs don’t really compare, guys.  Think wearing a cup all day.

Second, these pieces require special preparation — shaving.  While I try not to be a bear, shaving my legs every day is simply not going to happen.  (I’m only 5’9 but when looking down on my legs in the shower, I could swear I’m 6’9.)  Shaving is time consuming and a hassle I don’t care to deal with on a daily basis.  Pants allow me to skip a few days.  My puppy and roommate would be the only people who know the difference (and I don’t really care what they think).

Third,  and this may only apply to a “thick” portion of the population, but being a not overly thin person, skirts and dresses allow for friction of the thighs.  If you’re not familiar with this sensation, just take my word for it, friction and hot weather are not a good mix.  Pants allow me to avoid uncomfortable long walks.

Femininity is more than the outfit you have on.  It’s about the way you carry yourself.  The most feminine women, in my opinion, are those that can be graceful in any situation.  Changing their oil, shopping for groceries, dancing, waiting for the bus, lifting weights, walking a dog. Floating through it all.  In my dirtiest, most pissed-off, or uncomfortable situations, I hope to carry an air of confidence and poise.  (I hope my) Femininity is the refined embodiment of masculine strength.

Aside from the post itself, the best thing about “What Happened to Femininity?” was the responses.  Some people, presumably the guys, agreed.  While more people (at least those responding) took it personally.  Whether he was serious or not, Tyler didn’t do anything more than state his preference in a mate.  While I don’t agree that jeans and t-shirt are on par with a woman scratching her imaginary balls, I can see what he’s seeing.  I just see it from the other side.

I don’t think of a tight pair of jeans and a babydoll t-shirt as being masculine but then again I don’t expect to be dating Tyler anytime soon.  So it doesn’t really matter what either one of us considers feminine.  As long as his comments remain focused on the personal and out of the workplace, I have no personal issue with his opinion.  He’s not setting us back.  He’s just stating his preference.

Looking for a vest and tie to rock with her a-line skirt for tomorrow,

Jo’van

Eye of the Beholder: Embracing the -ER

I’ve always prided myself on being -er.  I’m not the thin, pint-size ideal woman.  I’m tall-er and don’t need a ladder to reach things on the top cabinet.  I’ve never been petite and feminine.  I’m bigg-er and can carry the heavy groceries.  I hope to never feel the need to play dumb for a man (or authority figure for that matter).  I’m okay – and rather enjoy – being smart-er.  Bigg-er, tall-er, smart-er, whatever.  I’ve embraced the -ers in my life.  Good or bad, they’re there and show no signs of changing anytime soon.  In that teenage period of “discovering myself”, all I really saw were the -ers.  They seemed to be all there was to me.  I had to define them or let them define me.

As I grow old-er, wis-er, the -ers become less of comparisons to others and more of titles.  Instead of -er than someone else, I am simply an -er.  Sing-er, writ-er, listen-er, lectur-er, runn-er, fight-er, learn-er, teach-er, lead-er, follow-er, and increasingly happi-er.

Not every -er is positive and that’s okay.  For the rest of my life, I expect to change and grow.  Things that were once sources of pride will eventually embarrass me.  Things that meant nothing will later mean everything.  That’s all fine.  I’m just beginning to accept all of my -ers and what they say about the person I am today.  Don’t like the way an -er sounds?  I guess it’s time to work on it.  Realizing a problem -er has to be my first step.  I think I’ll have to start with something easy like being a shopp-er.  (Oh wait, that’ just because of lent….)

What’s your problem -er?

Labeling herself before anyone else can,

Jo’van

Family Values: Want a Kid? Test Drive My Puppy First

Oh, babies!  When we see one, our initial reaction is to want to think it’s cute and precious and perfect.  Yes, babies are a blessing and a miracle and all that fun stuff. But they are also A LOT OF WORK.  Picking out their outfits and kissing their freshly cleaned chubby cheeks is all great and wonderful but waking up at all hours of the night, chasing them around the house as they learn to crawl, walk, run, making sure all sharp objects and edges are covered, all liquids out of reach, feeding intellectual stimulation and cleaning everything all the time can be a bit exhaustive.

If you believe you’re ready for a child, may I suggest first getting a puppy?  (Kittens are great also but a little less involved.)  Puppies are children you can crate during the day.  You still have to feed and bathe them, play with and soothe them, and a pacifer is a new rawhide.  They’re just a little easier to manage first.  Consider it practice for the real thing.  If you’re unsure, please let me offer to rent you my puppy Rodman.  A short while with him might make you want to put away those American Baby magazines for a while.

Rodman is my year-old black cock-a-poo (cocker spaniel/ toy poodle mix) puppy love.  He’s honestly adorable.  Being completely black, he pretty much has no face.  Most of the time, you can only see a black curly blob with shiny eyes.  While I love him with all my heart, I just want to kill him sometimes.

Cocker spaniels are known to have weak bladders, sprinkling a little when they get excited.  While it’s gross, I could handle the occasional piddle on the floor.  Rodman takes it to a whole different level.  While housebroken in the sense that he knows it’s wrong to pee inside, Rodman (I believe) has some psychological issues.  If you move too quickly, bend down too suddenly, reach for him without calling his name, or try to put his leash on, there’s a 50/50 chance that Rodman will pee.  And I don’t mean a scared squirt.  I’m talking a full-out squat.  (I got him neutered early so he never learned to lift his leg.)

I don’t know what happened to him before he came to live with us.  At four months, it’s completely possible that he experienced some not nice things that stuck with him  But my roommate and I are loving pet owners.  I’ll admit that I’m the harsher disciplinarian and both dogs cower when I get pissed.  But Rodman doesn’t have a reason to really fear me.  Instead, he just infuriates me and then looks up at me sheepishly.  I don’t care how cute something is.  Three puddles on the floor (in the carpet!) are going to piss me off. (Pun not intended.)

I’ll give him credit, Rodman is getting better.  Instead of letting us know he needs to go out, Rodman has just learned to hold it for HOURS.  Occasionally, he’ll really screw up like last night and then I just want to kill him.  I almost think it’s worse.  Dogs have such short memories that a 15-second old accident may be too far back for them to remember it but that doesn’t stop me from holding a grudge against my pee-dispensing black mop.

I recognize that Rodman is in no way a baby but just dealing with him reminds me how unready I am for kids.  I can’t leave my kid in it’s crate for hours, rush home, let it out, feed it, and leave again, or get mad at it for messing up in the house.  For now, Rodman is plenty work for me (and my roommate).  Between the two dogs and our jobs, my roommate and I are good.  Maybe babies down the line for me but for now, I’ll deal with my bladder-control-issued dog.

Re-stocking pet carpet cleaner,

Jo’van

Romantic Cynic: Up to Your Physical Standard

Everyone wants to be with someone they’re attracted to.  Thankfully, we all have different “types” making it easier for us all not to fight over the Brad Pitts and Halle Berrys.  Some people like the Carson Dalys and Roseannes.  Regardless of what your type is, you want to think the person you’re attracted to is cute, up to your physical standard.  But then you wonder just how cute you are.  Are you a movie star (after the airbrushing), an average person or a hobbit?  Are you up to your own physical standard?

When it comes to attraction, we’re all faced with three situations.  Which one would you prefer?

1.) You’re cuter than your partner.  What do you do if you know you’re more attractive than your significant other? Does it boost your confidence or make you worry they’re only with you for your looks?  Is the connection strong enough for you not to desire a cuter boy/girlfriend?

2.) You’re partner’s cuter than you are.  Everyone wants to be with someone gorgeous (by their terms) but how does that make you feel when you look at photos of you two?  Are you proud of what you’ve been able to snag? Or are you wondering when they’ll stop playing around with you and move on to an equally beautiful person?

3.) You’re equally attractive.  This is a difficult balance to reach.  We see this most often at the extremes.  Either you are a Ken and Barbie couple or you both look like someone beat you with the couple’s ugly stick.  With “average” looking couples, there’s bound to be one person that’s more attractive than the other.  It just depends on whether you’re considering faces or body types.

So where do you typically fall?  Are you just a beautiful person who can’t seem to find anyone as attractive as them?  Or an ugly person vainly striving to catch that one beautiful person to give your children hope?

I’d like to believe that I am pleasantly average.  There’s nothing too offensive about my appearance.  While there are things that could be better (small bosom and magically disappearing top lip) but there are also things that could be far worse (suffering from noassatall or having fat feet).

I’ve recently considered how I would feel about dating someone I knew was much more attractive than I was.  While I’d like to believe I’d embrace this as an opportunity to bask in beauty’s glow at every possible chance, I don’t know if my ego could really take that.  Would I be able to overcome my insecurities and accept that person could think I’m also beautiful and like me for me?  Probably not right now in my self-evolution.  I’m not that comfortable with myself yet.  Instead, I think I would assume they were just passing time with me until a barbie walked by.  If their face is mesmerizing, shouldn’t their partners be?  If they have the sculpted body, shouldn’t their partner?  Wouldn’t you want to believe you contributed to the cuteness of a couple’s picture?

If the person I’m dating is more than attractive than I am, I think we ‘ll both need to be closer to average than either extreme.

In search of her above-average beau,

Jo’van

Office Appropriate: Discovering What You Want to Be When You Grow Up

Economic times are hard.  Unemployment rates are rising.  Salaries are being cut.  Benefits limited.  Everyone with a job is grateful and scared.  What if I’m next?  This may not seem like the best time to re-evaluate your career choices.  But it may in fact be just that.

1.) Staffs are shrinking but demands are not necessarily following suit.  As you say your teary-eyed goodbyes to pink-slipped colleagues, the stacks of paper on your desk or emails in your inbox are undoubtedly growing.  There is unfortuantely no mourning period in corporate america.  Are you skilled enough to meet these new responsibilities?

2.) Are you motivated enough to fulfill your new duties?  Skill does not always make a person feel fulfilled.  It may be nice to have your capabilities recognized and trusted but are you happy to be doing whatever it is you’re now doing.  Do you take this increased level of required work as a sign of upper management’s faith in your abilities or just the easiest way to pass the work along?  While it’s important to note how this promotion of sorts could be viewed as a good thing it’s also important to note how you feel about this new situation.  If you’re unhappy, it’ll show, no matter how good your work is.

3.) If heaven-forbid, you’re unhappy with your new situation, what can you do?  Is this the time to make demands or push back on upper management?  Is this the time to look for another position?  These are very personal questions.  The only suggestion I can make is do the best you can until you decide.  This is not the time to half-ass anything.  Not only will you increase the possibility of you being the next teary-eyed, surprised, pink-slipped colleague but you also piss on any of the recommendation letters you may need in your future job search.  Everyone’s depressed right now but an employee that intentionally makes the situation worse cannot expect assistance.  Regardless of whether you care, continue to serve your clients and company at 150%.

Discovering what you want to be when you grow up is something we all struggle with.  I personally don’t know what I want to be but I’m getting glimpses of what I may want to avoid.  Who knows where I may be in 5 years.  But in 2009, I have every intention of working my ass off for my current employer.  I need to make them feel they need me as badly as I need them (and their paycheck) right now.

Thankfully employed,

Jo’van

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