I Don’t See Hair

I don’t see hair.

I mean, obviously I do see hair. It’s not like I’m blind; I’m just hair-blind. See, I don’t let someone’s hair affect my opinion of them. I don’t care if a person’s hair is black, white, or purple. It can be long or short, straight or curly or even tightly bunched.

It’s taken us a while, but I don’t believe anyone can deny that we live in a post-follicle world. True, in the bad old days of the 1960s or 1970s, people might yell, “Get a job, hippie!” if your hair was too long. They might even refer to young ladies as “nappy-headed hos” if their hair wasn’t properly straightened. But that was decades ago. Now people are free to do whatever they want to with their hair.

Some people, however, cling to the past. They’re the ones shoving quotas down our throats. Why, in a company I used to work for, I heard the vice president crowing over filling a marketing position, or perhaps a secretarial one. “I hired a ginger!” he said. I shuddered to think of the company VP promoting someone obviously unqualified just because of the color of her hair.

This practice is ubiquitous. The politically-correct mob has forced these kinds of hair-based quotas on everyone, from corporations to universities, to the detriment of those whom the quotas are meant to help. Growing up, before I began shaving my head, I thankfully had straight, light-brown hair. It’s so common as to be unremarkable, and I never had to wonder, “Did I get into university just because I’m brown-haired?” Imagine having kinky black hair and always having to wonder if you were only being rewarded because of your hair!

It’s true that the PC zombies cry foul. “You can’t not see hair!” they say, and call you hairist for even claiming to be hair-blind. That’s nothing more than reverse discrimination. I take comfort in the words of Martin Luther King Jr.’s barber: “I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their hair but by the content of their relaxer.”

I have taken his words to heart. I do not see hair. The truest way I know this is that, every morning, when I look in the mirror, I don’t see any hair on my head. What a privilege that is.

(Inspired in part by this.)

6 thoughts on “I Don’t See Hair

  1. You totally missed the point! You “don’t see hair” because some people feel obligated to do drastic things to their hair, just to prevent other people showing prejudice. Just the other day, I talked to a woman who felt obligated to dye her hair purple because nobody takes a freckled red-headed goth seriously. I even know a guy who *shaves his hair off* – every day! – rather than let people see what his regular hair color looks like!

    I hope someday we can live in a society where Rogaine and L’Oreal have both gone out of business because everyone is tolerant of their own hair volume and color and don’t feel the need to change their expectations based on “The Man’s” ideal!

  2. I spend so much time and money on my hair; I can’t believe you are not seeing it. Wait, maybe this post isn’t really about hair??!!??

  3. These people who think the world is colorblind and that racism is a thing of the past never cease to amaze me. Can they really be that naive? And I love how he says that, bc Argentina has a female president, there’s obviously no sexism there. Yeah? We have a black president, and that’s certainly ended racism here. 😛

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