All in Fashion

It’s Black History Month and being Black I figured I needed to represent, throw my fist in the air and start chanting ‘we shall not be moved’ reminiscent of ‘my people’ who endured the struggle. BUT I figured that is a lot of effort right now when all I wanna do is throw my hands in the air and start chanting ‘drink don’t think!’ as I get my Friday happy face on! I’m all for showing huge amount of respect to some of my all-time heroes like Dr Martin Luther King and praising the fabulous written word of Maya Angelou, but what I feel is a hot topic right now is Black people’s hair or more specifically Black girls hair and the ridiculous lengths we go to in order to look ‘beautiful’.

The shit we do to look good. Despite popular belief… looking this Van Damme fine is hard yo! The way in which I cleverly sculpt my ginger (yep I said ginger!) ‘fro and the effortless way my loud ass t-shirts clash with everything I own, takes a skill of which only true dickheads can harness. We all have a style whether we like to admit it or not. And we all have that one item of clothing we continue to rock which is clearly 28 sizes too small… but you feel the need to squeeze your fat ass into it like some hairy midget contortionist from the circus.

Does my bum look big in this…? Yes. Yes it does.

What goes around comes right back around again. Fashion and Sub Cultures tend to do just that and numpties like myself jump all over it with an air of coolness thinking we are innovators when in fact the shit you are wearing, the politics you are spitting have already been tried and tested. I often wear 70s inspired flared trousers because I think they are amazing. I probably look like a twat… but part of me doesn’t care (the other part of me does care… a lot… especially when I fall off my bike due to the said flares getting caught in the chain) Oscar Wilde once said “Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation" and the fine Irish man was right.