The Geek Shall Inherit The Earth

Thursday, February 23, 2012


Hairnorexic that even a word?  Or is that even a good pun?  Let me clarify.  My hair is suffering right now from the love and affection it deserves.  For those of you that may not know, I used to live in New York City.  It's the place where trendy style is the status quo and every girl's fantasy is fulfilled in good food, good shoes, and bad boys.  I left the big city (for reasons I will tell you at another time) and moved to the smaller city of Wilmington, NC.  Yes I know---a complete 180.

This preface brings me to my point about the term "Hairnorexic".  When I lived in Manhattan, my hairstylist "Nana" was my savior.  I mean to Jesus Himself she had dominion over my hair.  She would cut, press, braid, relax, sow, clip, and curl my hair into a work of pure art.  There was never a day I stepped out of my apartment looking "a hot mess".  I was confident and knew I was a beautiful fine black woman ready to conquer the world...why? Because my hair said so!

That was until I moved to Wilmington, NC.  It went all downhill from there.  I wouldn't say I let myself go per se---but I definitely was not keeping my "tresses in check" as I had prior to living in the Big Apple.  First of all I'm just going to be honest and blunt here....there are little to no black salons here.  There are a few but either they're not very good or they're really good and always overbooked.  God forbid you have a bad emergency hair day and need help getting your hair done ASAP.  That's how I met Nana.  I was walking down 145th St, desperately in dire need of a relaxer, and I walked into her salon.  She saved the day.  It's not like that here.  If you walk into a salon without an appointment the beautician looks at you like you're from another planet.

I've been told that it's a bit of a faux pas in some social circles to walk-in without an appointment, but why should that be?  Anyways, that's how it is here in Wilmington and since the population of African Americans are not nearly as many as there are on island of Manhattan, good black hair salons are hard to come by.

In the meantime my hair is starving and is suffering from a major eating disorder.  I'm in the process of counseling each strand by going to friends and co-workers for hair guidance, but there is NO ONE like my Nana.  I think my hair is resenting me right now for leaving her.  It was through no fault of my own, but hopefully one day I will meet someone who is at least similar and trick my hair into thinking she's reunited with Nana. can only hope.



  1. Girl, go natural. I did and my hair is 100X healthier. The transition is the hardest part, but now my hair is glorious and I am liberated from beauty salons and all that goes along with them. When I relocate, that will be the one thing I don't have to worry about because I make my own hair products.

    Check out Naptural85. Changed my life.

  2. A girlfriend of mine just went natural and its really cute. I've always been too scared to try it for fear it wouldn't look right on me. Thanks for sharing the video...I may flirt with the idea. <3

  3. I had that same problem when I moved from Dallas to Los Angeles a few years ago. I had a ton of hair disasters before I found my Nana. Then suddenly she got married and moved to North Carolina. I kept going to the same salon but the owner was purposely damaging my natural hair so that I would be forced to get extensions. I found someone new, and my hair was flourishing. Then again, I decided to move to Atlanta and it's back to hairmisery for me. I'm a natural girl and it's difficult to find stylists that are okay with that.