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For centuries, ever since the discovery of the option to shave off unwanted facial hair, the moustache has been a symbol of dignity and prestige. Bearers of this magnificent form of facial hair are typically regal or highly intelligent (see Einstein). Interestingly, the owners of upper-lip tresses also often speak with accents. Scientists explain this phenomenon by the theory that the growing hair follicles upon the top lip have deep roots which spread back into the voice box, adding peculiar intonations on people’s voices.
Historically, the female’s inability to grow a moustache has caused horrendous gender inequality. Lack of voting privileges and equal opportunities in the job world for women can easily be traced back to the fact that they cannot produce moustaches as full and as majestic as males can. Small attempts to grow facial hair in women are typically regarded as unattractive because males view them as a threat to their power. The power of wielding a glorious ‘stache, that is.
The most women can do these days is take strands of their worthless head hair and pretend, for a fleeting moment, to share in the triumphant honour and privilege it is to have a moustache.
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Zora Howard performs Bi-Racial Hair at the 2006 Urban Word NYC Annual Teen Poetry Slam.
Theres another version of this video here: http://lab.wgbh.org/open-call/bi-racial-hair
This girl was only 13 when she wrote this, she’s simply incredible. If nothing else, read the bellow excerpt.
“I have biracial hair because I have biracial blood. I’m not talking about that cute ‘Daddy met a black woman and fell in love’ blood, I’m talking about that slave raped six times by the master, birthing six mixed babies, later hung blood. I’m talking about that cross-burning in the mud blood, and you call me a mudblood? Slit my wrists, and my blood does not excrete in black and white. I dream in verse and in red like what spilled from Emmett Till’s lips when he was killed for breaking down color lines. “
Their is a direct relationship between the height of my hair and my stress level
New Haircut, New Glasses, New Town, New School
Yes, tomorrow I am moving to Waterloo in order to attend UW and take Nanotechnology Engineering. Today I got a hair cut from my aunt Monet in Vantown, who, once again, did a wonderful job. She also coloured some of my hair blue, but in this transit shot the colour is mostly hiding. It’s called a peek-a-boo. blue. (rhyming tee hee)
My hair is now long enough to put up in a ponytail!
oh yeah, and btw I graduated yesterday