So this week was about hair. In a kind of hilarious way I naturally felt that this discussion was one I had to participate in. Hair has always been a defining characteristic of my own identity–I’ve never been one to be content with a standard haircut. In watching the film about dreadlocks, I was inspired to think about my own locks and revaluate the importance of them to myself. This summer I spent a lot of time thinking about changing up my hair, and also kind of battling about whether or not being White and having dreadlocks is a form of cultural appropriation. I’ve come to the conclusion that my dreads are here to stay for a little while longer, and that I don’t personally believe that they are appropriation given the reasons I wear them, but I’d be open to hearing other opinions. In my mind, hair is a cool form of artistry, but as I become more and more aware of the societal perceptions of hair, I’ve realized that my hair is a statement–this is something I struggle with. To me, dreadlocks are beautiful symbols of understanding and open-mindedness, in a Rastafarian sense, dreadlocks are an emblem of love and spirituality of the mind, yet society has a very different perception of dreads, and a different perception of me. Instead of seeing me for who I am, I am labelled a stoner, an unintellectual being, and being white I think also earns me the label of failure–you can’t possible succeed in a white world while wearing (alliteration bonus?) a hairstyle that “so clearly” is counter-cultural. Knowing that the community I was born into rejects this about me is both empowering and sad, while I don’t seek to lose a connection to that society, I am also unwilling to change myself to conform to their norms. I would see that change as a sacrifice and a loss of a part of myself. This is the debate I face with my hair, and I’m not too upset about it, but at the end of the day I think I won’t change until I actively want to, and that’s how it is!