This post has nothing to do with Frankie Goes to Hollywood and his rally cry to his fellow gender mates to control themselves before climax. This has everything to do with my battle on whether I should succumb to the “creamy crack” or not. It’s been almost a year since I have put a relaxer in my hair. Unfortunately, I think it is time.
My relationship with relaxers began in high school against my mother’s wishes, but we decided that in order to tame my voluminous mane it was something we’d do. Since then I have on average gotten a relaxer three times a year. I know the chemicals are bad. I would prefer to not put anything in my hair. I know so many women can relate. We are constantly tested on our methods to manage our stubborn, unruly hair. Hot weather and sweaty workouts don’t help the cause. You get the relaxer to smooth out the hair shaft but the more your hair gets wet after applying the relaxer the effects of it fade. Hence the popular expression: “I don’t want to sweat out my hair!”
With the summer solstice occurring tonight, I am surrendering. I know that even with the relaxer I will be rocking my usual “Sade” ballerina bun during the next several weeks of heat, but I will be able to stretch out my gel applications. Sade sings in one of her most famous songs: “Is it a crime?” The creamy crack isn’t illegal, but for many of us it becomes a necessary evil.