It took awhile, but I finally recovered from that humiliating time I was sent home from work for showing up "unprofessionally."

Yeah, I had the nerve to show up with my hair in its natural -- apparently savage -- state.

From that moment, my hair became an ideological statement.

Fuck you, corporate America. And your lame and limited European standards of beauty... which trickle down to even the white-washed billboards I look at here in Mexico.

Anyway, I accept no jobs, friends, lovers, or even invites that have a prob with me, and my natural self.

I love your gorgeous, anarchistic hair, Hive account@j3551c4. And the free thoughts that live beneath it.

Resteemed!