Esprit d'escalier

Lately I've been wearing my hair out in a big, well-sculpted, 70s style afro.

vs.

Okay, it's very difficult to get a perfect afro because everynight I sleep on it, but it looks good. Honestly I prefer the unsculpted afro look becuase it's easier to keep up.


Anyways, last week on Friday or Thursday I was walking along and some high school boys starting making jokes, like "Who let you out of the house looking like that?" and "Didn't Madam C.J. Walker invent the hotcomb for a reason?"

I wish I had said something smart-assed back like "Fuck y'all ignant asses!" or "I believe you young fellows are mistaken, Madam C.J. Walker actually invented a scalp conditioning and healing formula and trained hair culturists or as we call them now cosmotology students. It is in fact a misconception among the ignorant that she created the hotcomb. I suggest you lads should study her life because her business acumen and political activism was a sterling example of black womanhood."

Instead I just ignored them and held my head up high.