Friendly Drama: Friends with “More Than Friends”

When you reach a certain age, you and your friends start to find “more than friends.”  Romantic relationships are healthy, wonderful, fun, etc.  Aside from nuns, priests and people who hate all human interaction, most people hope to eventually be in some lasting relationship.  Not everyone’s into marriage but something steady with someone you care about, are attracted to and can trust?  That’s gotta sound pretty good.

One phenomenon that I notice generally with women is ignoring their platonic friendships.  While I’m sure this happens with men on some level, I have less experience in that area so I’ll just stick with attacking the ladies.  Anything new in your life takes up time that may have allocated for something else.  And unlike a new job or a hobby, a new person in your life requires A LOT of one-on-one time.  You have to figure out who this person is, what they like to do, what you have in common, what drives you crazy about them, what you couldn’t live without, what you never knew you’d like, etc.  But you also have to remember the people and things that were in your life before this person.

It’s always amazed me the way some people can completely change how they live there lives when romance becomes part of the picture.  I’m not saying I’d be above this unfortunate generality but since I’ve avoided the second part of the scenario, I can still feel justified in my condemnation.

When your friend first disappears into the shadow/car/arms/bed/whatever of their new beau, all is pretty much forgiven.  They’re in the honeymoon period.  Let them have their fun.  However, when this new situation begins to affect YOUR normal life, it starts to become a problem.  When your old road dog/concert attendee/danceclub partner/movie buddy refuses keep things “the way they always were”, as the forgotten friend, you have to decide how much you’re willing to forgive and accept.

We’re not married to our friends.  As evident by the happily (or just long) married couples I know, your spouse is supposed to be your best friend.  All other friends are essentially utilized to share or vent about the things your significant other doesn’t/can’t understand.  This all sounds great.  It makes sense.  But living it for the first time is different.

I’m 25.  At this age, (while none of my immediate friends) a lot of people are already married or at least engaged.  I have friends moving in with their boy/girlfriends, buying furniture together, planning extended vacations, discussing rings, spending every available night together.  Despite the tone of this post, I am genuinely happy for them.  If they’ve found someone/something that truly makes them happy, how could I not be?  As a real friend, I have to support.

However, as the friend who’s found a “someone”, you have to decide if your friendships are strong enough to withstand your honeymoon period (no matter how long it lasts).  I may love you forever but that doesn’t mean that after 6 months of being ignored, I’m going to be all that open to keeping you busy just because your man’s out of town.  I might just tell you to kiss my ass.  🙂

Like romantic relationships, friendships take time and courtesy.  We may not be going to bed together but friends do make uncomfortable sacrifices of their time for each other.  It’s just part of it.  Some people can maintain both worlds but the only way to do that is value it.  If you left me, you may have to put in work to get back in my good graces or just drift off…

One common misconception is that it’s the significant other’s fault.  Sure, they can influence what you do, who you see and how often BUT the ultimate decision, and therefore fault, lies with the friend.  Unless violence is an issue, no one can make your friend do anything they didn’t want to.  You may not like the boy/girlfriend but it’s never right to blame the stress or dissolution of your friendship on them.

As non-family members, friends don’t HAVE to love you.  They choose to.  Remember to appreciate that choice.  Not being friends can just be easier, even for the one not searching to make time for it.  Play with your friends, go home to your honey.  (Unless of course you live with your friends.  In that case, go to your boy/girlfriend’s house.  There’s no point in making your friend uncomfortable or feeling unwelcome/uninvited in their own home.  That’s a whole new level of stress.)

Weighing the pros and cons of living alone,

Jo’van

Shades of Understanding: Defining My Denial

Erykah Badu “Next Lifetime”

Comments and conversations made me realize that I failed to really make my point (if I truly have one) in my last post “Denying My Roots By Relaxing Them?”.  As usual, my post was littered with tangential stories and anecdotes.  But what it seemed to lack was a point.  Why do I even concern myself with my hair and other’s perceptions of it?

I want to look good and feel good about the way I look.  It’s just that simple.  My aversion to going natural is largely vanity.  Because I have no idea what my natural hair looks like anymore, I wouldn’t know what to expect until it was too late.  I don’t think I’ll look good with an afro.  And what if I don’t?  My hair grows soooo slowly that not liking it is really not an option.  It could easily take 10 years for my hair to get back to the short bob I have right now.  I feel my reasoning must be equivalent to those people who refuse to go back to their natural hair color from blond (or whatever color).  We all know it’s not real but they just KNOW they look better that way.

A reason to go natural, on the other hand, is financial.  Properly maintaining relaxed hair can be expensive.  Every 8 weeks, I pay someone $70 to straighten my roots and trim the ends.  That’s $420 every year.  This doesn’t include highlighting, deep conditioners and the random “it’s not time for a relaxer but I have to look good tonight” appointments.  Those would probably push it up to around $600 a year.  Now, I’m not exactly sure how expensive maintaining natural hair would be but I have to guess that it’s cheaper than that.  Just trimming and conditioning, no chemical processes required.

So why not just cut it off and perm it again if I don’t like it?  I don’t really have a good answer to that.  I’m not a huge fan of ultra-short hair on myself.  If my hair is going to be permed, it might as well be as long as it is now.

“But don’t you feel you’re denying the real you by chemically altering your hair?”  Sure, I can see the logic in that question but I just ask that people see the logic in my response.  I have no desire to deny myself.  I’m just doing what I prefer.  I don’t see perming my hair and being any different from putting on make-up, getting lasik or shaving my legs.  Sure, bare skin, bad eye-sight and hairy legs are all natural but no one seems to question my desire to change those things.  So why question my hair choices?  You don’t have to like it and I welcome any discussion about my choices.  But if your only point is that I’m wrong, do us both a favor, save your breath and just think it very hard.

Running her fingers through her short but straightened hair,

Jo’van

Shades of Understanding: Denying My Roots By Relaxing Them?

I wish there was a video for this version but alas, just the song.

India.Arie “I Am Not My Hair” featuring P!nk (Please note they both punctuation in their names. Haha)

I recently had the pleasure of having dinner and with two British gentlemen during a conference.  While the conversation covered a number of topics, we spent quite a bit of time on race relations and related issues.  I foresee any number of future posts inspired by this conversation.  One comment in particular made me think about my overall experience with my hair.

One of the guys (of Asian descent, while that distinction is not necessary, I believe it helps add a little color to the story, no pun intended) asked me innocently but pointedly if my hair looks like that in the morning.  At first, it took me a moment to grasp his meaning.  Of course, I’ll need to comb it but for the most part, unless sweat or water are a factor, I don’t have to do all that much to my hair.  Only having to wash it once a week, I generally just get up and go.

Of course, he didn’t necessarily mean the “morning” so much as was my hair naturally straight.  completely unashamed, I shook my head no and explained that it was chemically straightened and that my roots have to be processed every 2 months.  When asked why I did this to myself, I explained that it’s been this way since age 12 and that “going natural” would require cutting it all off.  I’m not entirely confident I could pull off the little boy look.  The other gentleman spoke of a woman he’d dated from the West Indies (I believe) who’d decided to “go natural” and how he’d quite liked it.  This comment is also important but I’ll get into that later.  The most important thing to take from their comments was that while they accepted it, neither understood the need/desire to permanently breakdown the chemical bonds of my hair.

So why do I relax my hair?  (You’ll commonly hear black women refer to perming their hair.  Our perms are actually relaxers.  They straighten, not curl.  The processes do different things.  A perm creates temporary bonds.  That’s why the loosen up over time.  A relaxer on the other hand breaks down bonds.  There’s no coming back from that.  It’s permanent until you cut the treated hair off.)  There’s no need to really dig into the history.  In the early 1900s, both commercial relaxers and hot combs (the precursor to the Chi) were unleashed upon the general public.  Needless to say, black women around the world have been straightening their hair for 100 years.  Walk through any African-American self-help section in a bookstore and you’ll no doubt find some book about the black woman ideal and our struggles with our hair.  History and magazines tell us we straighten our hair to emulate the Caucasian ideal.  But I’m not also bleaching my skin, my hair will never make it past my shoulders, and I’m obviously not going to be able to pass for white, so why do I relax my hair?

There’s no simple answer to that question.  The closest I can get is fear.  I’ve never known my hair to be any other way.  Sure, throughout my childhood, my hair was “natural” but it was still straightened.  The hot comb usually came out on Saturday so you’re hair would still be presentable on Sunday for church.  I’ve always strived for long, straight, full, beautiful hair.  As I came to accept my hair would never look like Tatiyana Ali (Fresh Prince reference for you) or Naomi Campbell’s, I decided to do the best I could with what I had.  For 13 years, as funds and availability allowed, I’ve paid someone to burn the hell out of my scalp to straighten the “new growth” aka my roots.

In college, I remember getting into a debate with an African-American male administrator at a conference funny enough about race and ethnicity.  While in a group circle to discuss the sessions of the day, he launched into a tirade about black women relaxing their hair.  With his age (50s-ish) and “participation” in the Civil Rights Movement, he felt completely justified in lecturing us.  (I’ll have to say that I believe he just saw a collection of early 20s black women as easy targets to vent.  His wife had bone-straight, chemically-altered hair.)  Although a few of the women in the room had natural hair, the general consensus among us all was that to relax or not to relax was a personal choice, usually driven by taste and convenience.  The same reasons I could use to explainrelaxing my hair, another women could use to justify going natural.  And you know what?  More power to us both.

The struggles I remember with my hair during childhood are not necessarily what I’d endure now.  For the most part, the issues arose because someone was trying to keep my hair straight and “manageable.”  Rain, sweat, swimming, basically anything involving moisture turned 30 minutes worth of straightening into a dual-textured, frizzy mess.  I’m not sure I’d experience the same battles now.  If I were go natural, my hair (texture-willing) would be worn in such a way that water would not by my enemy.  What a novel concept!  (Washing my hair once a week really limits my water-based activities.  Sure, I could wash it more often but I’m not really willing to go through the 1 1/2 hr washing-drying-straightening-curling process more often.  Some people find the once-a-week thing gross.  Please understand that my hair does not get oily or greasy.  I actually have to put the moisture into my hair.  Washing it everyday would require buckets of leave in conditioner or cause it to get brittle and break off.  Trust me.  Once a week is the way to go for me.)

I’ve recently begun to contemplate just being bold and cutting it all off, starting over.  Aside from the initial shock, I’m trying to imagine how bad it could be.  Aside from the extreme possibility of resembling a little boy for several years, I’m at a loss for “good reasons” not to do it.   Well, of course there’s always the possibility that I’ll absolutely hate it.  Slow hair growth makes this decision especially difficult.

If I ever choose to take the plunge and rediscover my hair unaltered, it will be for no reasons other than vanity and ease.  I would love to not hide from the rain, go swimming at will and not have to burn my ears accidentally or scalp intentionally every 8 weeks.  But I also like running my fingers through my straight, although short, hair and blending in.  Natural hair seems to make a personal and/or political statement I don’t really care to make.  Me going natural would not necessarily mean I’m trying ot be “more black” or embracing my cultural roots by growing out my physical ones.  For good or bad, my roots are just a part of me that showcases my melting pot heritage.  Relaxers or afros, they all seem to define or explain everything and nothing about me.

Wishing my hair would grow faster so this decision wouldn’t seem so monumental,

Jo’van

The World…As I See It: Seatbelt Withdrawl

A few days ago, I rode without a seatbelt!  Shocking, I know.  It’s not like this was the first time or anything.  It’s just that in this situation I don’t have a choice, no option to forget.  Somehow that lack of option makes it a bigger deal (and thus worthy of a blog post…)

I was offered a ride up to a meeting.  Upon getting into the car, however, I was informed that the passenger seatbelt was jammed.  Why not drive?  I didn’t know where we were going.  Why not climb into the backseat?  2-seater.  No problem.  I’ll suck it up and take a ride on the dangerous side.  (It’s funny – or maybe sad – what constitutes as excitement in my life sometimes.)

Anyway, as I tried to sit comfortably and not focus on the fact that the smallest mistake by the trucker near us could send me flying through the soft-top roof or windshield, I couldn’t help but miss the black, 2-inch wide feeling of security that used to be considered such a nuisance growing up.

“Is everybody buckled up?”  A chorus of yes’s responded, the children silently hoping no one would turn around to expose the lie.  To a child, a seatbelt is an unecessary restriction.  What if you drop your crayon/book/video game?  Or what if your brother’s too far away to poke mercilessly when you’re bored?  See.  Seatbelts are a burden to all those under the age of 14.

As I got older and spent more time in a car behind the wheel than not, seatbelts became less of an issue.  They’re not all the uncomfortable once you’re a certain height or restrictive within a certain weight range.  (Yet another case in which I am happy to be “smaller.”  I don’t have an imposing bosom to raise another unique issue related to seatbelt comfort.)  But as a driver, you have to wear your seatbelt.  The last thing I’d want to deal with is being pulled over b/c I was too lazy to buckle up.  Speeding?  Sure.  Cutting someone off?  Ok.  Broken tail light?  Thanks for letting me know.  But a seat belt?! You’ve got to be kidding me.

So that’s it.  I’ve ridden without a seatbelt.  No accidents, injuries or tickets have resulted.  But just the fact that I have no option to ignore my seatbelt bothered me, made me think I’d bought into the car-safety propaganda.  Just like (although COMPLETELY different from) “No glove, no love”, “Guns don’t kill people”, “A mind is a terrible thing to waste”, and “Only YOU can prevent wildfires”, “Click it or Ticket” and the gruesome images that usually accompany the slogan are burned into my brain.

What taglines have (un)fortunately stuck with you?

Jo’van

No Patience For You: Retail Etiquette

It’s no wonder this song wasn’t released in the US.  Too many of her fans would’ve been offended.  But I like this song by Shania Twain nevertheless.  Or maybe b/c of it…

For three years, I’ve worked a part-time retail job.  The store and brand aren’t all that important to this post but let’s just say it’s the outlet arm of  a high-end women’s clothing store.  (Mentioning high-end is important because some customers seem to expect above and beyond customer service for potentially spending hundreds of dollars on 4 items.  But please remember, just because I work for a high-end brand, I don’t necessarily make – or care that you make  – high-end money.)

Anyway, one day,  a customer annoyed me.  Okay, I know that can’t possibly be all that surprising but it was nevertheless the motivation for this post. Upon complaining to my co-workers, the three of us devised a list of retail annoyances.  I thought we’d come up with ten or so and I’d provide witty explanations or examples.  However, we came up with about 35.  So here’s just a list of some of them.  Keep in mind lists like these are the reasons that I think EVERYONE should work in food and our retail at some point in their youth.  (Most of these points apply strictly to women but I’m sure for every one of those, men’s store associates could substitute something for the opposite sex.)

1.) Cell phones – Please suspend your conversation at the register (or at least pretend like you tried).  Also, please don’t shout as you walk through the store.  If you’re hearing or reception are that bad, you might need to go to the doctor or your provider’s store instead of mine.

2.) Disrespecting the clothes YOU just tried on.  There’s absolutely no need or justifiable reason to ball clothes up in a corner of the fitting room bench or throw them on the floor.  You came into our store partly b/c you liked the display.  It seems the same people that ball clothes up and throw them on the floor expect us to find another size 4 that not dirty/creased.  Hmmm, I wonder how they got that way.

3.) Hanging clothes inside out.  I know I shouldn’t complain about you hanging them back up but seriously, inside out?  You knew that was wrong.  If you’re putting up the effort, at least do it in a way that makes us like you.

4.) Personal trash in a fitting room.  Does a fitting room with $200+ items seem like an appropriate trash can?  If so, you have bigger issues to discuss.

5.) (Probably one of my top pet peeves) Make-up and deodorant stains you caused.  If I put a clean white shirt in your fitting room and retrieve a foundation-stained now to be considered “damaged” shirt, I blame you.  Either not wear make-up when you shop or plan to be responsible for you stains.  It’s not our fault you feel you need to hide your face.  And don’t tell me your make-up is just a little color.  We never find eyeshadow stains.  And deodorant rubs off.  Don’t stain it and then ask me to check for another medium b/c this one’s stained.  I KNOW it was you.

6.) Kids running wild.  We’re not a daycare.  Period.  I don’t care how cute they are (or you THINK they are).  A knocked-over mannequin is a liability I don’t want to deal with.

7.) Questioning associates’ product knowledge.  It’s our job to know our product.  At my store, it’s also our job to know our fabrics, cuts, the way things fit, and the sizes.  If I suggest something, don’t argue with me based on what you think your size SHOULD be.  Feel free to make your own choices but don’t disagree until you’ve TRIED it on.  Trust me, I don’t care what size you wear, just that it looks good on you.  When you wear our product, you’re representing our brand, a walking billboard if you will.  It’s in our best interest to send you out looking good.  We want more business.  When someone likes what you’re wearing, they don’t ask you what size.  They want to know the brand.

8.) Disrupting display walls.  Our store has cube walls where surplus items are folded and displayed.  Trust me, if an item is in the wall, it’s also somewhere on the floor.  There is absolutely NO REASON to unfold items in the wall, especially if they’re TAPED.  People don’t seem to grasp that concept.

9.) Arguing policies.  Unfortunately, at the individual store level, we don’t exactly have the ability to change corporate policies.  If a special situation arises, a store manager might be able to make an executive decision but if it’s just b/c you changed your mind or didn’t pay attention to the policy posted at the counter, explained by the associate BEFORE they swiped your card AND printed on the receipt YOU signed, I’m sorry but you should just be SOL.  No one forced you to buy our product thus agreeing to our policies.

10.) Unnecessarily disrupting racks.  There is absolutely no need to pull out every fourth item so that a rack looks like an alternating deck of cards.  There is no need to hang an item backward.  You’re adult enough to recognize directionality.  There is no need to knock an item onto the floor, look at it, and ignore it.  You did it.  I SAW you.

11.) Coming out in undergarments (or less) to ask a question or show me something.  You are NOT AT HOME.  Put some clothes on.  I don’t care how good your body looks, how much money you’ve spent to make it look that way, or that you have a superb level of self-confidence.  Don’t assume that my position in retail places me below, envious or subservient to you.  I might just ignore you until you decide to respect my vision and put some clothes on.

12.) Complaining to an associate about just about anything.  The prices: trust me, if they’re high, we probably don’t pay them either.  The fits of the clothes: we don’t design them.  Not everything fits us either.  Your weight: we didn’t make you eat that extra cheeseburger or whole pie  whatever the case might be…

13.) Entering a store within ten minutes of closing time.  We may be all about customer service but we’ve also just stood for 8 hours on cement floors selling clothes we probably can’t afford.  We want to go home.  Don’t apologize and then proceed to move at a snail’s pace around the store, try on half of the product and not buy anything.  Believe me when I say that we will hate you.

14.) Guilty holding.  Yes, we know that you tried on 25 items you knew (and trust me, we knew you knew) you weren’t going to buy.  But don’t feel the need to hold something just b/c you feel bad.  It’s fine.  We get it.  Allow us to put that item back with your other 24 balled-up, deodorant stained items.  There’s no need to get our hopes up that you might actually come back.

In addition, please remember that other industries are very similar to retail.  In certain aspects, pharmacy and banking are right up our alley.  My roommate is a bank teller and had these few thoughts to add.

-Don’t approach her station without your deposit/withdrawal slip filled out.  If you have a bank account, you’re probably mature enough to realize that that’s your responsibility.  But maybe not…

-Blaming tellers for your mistake.  If you miss a number and they catch it, don’t yell at them.  You should be so sensitive about your account(s) that you have that shit memorized.

-Don’t blame the bank for overdraft fees.  Sure, some banks’ fees can be ridiculous but the concept is pretty simple.  Don’t spend money you don’t have.  Write things down.

I could continue but I’ll stop there.  In closing, I would just like to leave you with a few thoughts.

1.) We have to greet you.  Don’t ignore us or give us dirty looks.  Trust me.  Most of the time we’d rather not have to (especially if you look like a bitch).

2.) Our job is to assist you and maintain a store’s appearance, not to clean up after adults looking to possibly spend money.

3.) The customer is NOT always right but we have to do our best to accommodate you, NOT break rules for you.

4.) No one knows what size you are until something doesn’t fit.  If you’re an 8, wear an 8 and you might look like a 6.  If you’re an 8 and wear a 6, you’ll look like a 1o or 12.  Cut the tags out if the sizes bother you so much.  (Or god forbid, do something about it.)

Thanks for coming.  You all have a good day,

Jo’van

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