Oh Boy! Have I been waiting for a thread like this! Yep the dumb white people's questions thread!
I too grew up in an alllllll white rural areas- yep cow tipping, Bud beer and the biggy of them all the KKK. Well, oddly enough I made friends with a family down the road (some 3rd generation trailer dwellers) with three girls about my age. Their mother worked in the local all white beauty parlor. Yep beauty parlor, not salon. Anyhow through them we each had experiences trading stories and hair tips. Yep the girls would get up an hour early every day before school to do their hair to avoid the "wet rat" look, wash, condition, blow dry, curl iron, and tons of Aqua Net hair spray. I too learned to follow suit to achieve the flips and wings and feathered styles.
Secretly I would wash about 2x per week though and get up in time to religiously curl my hair with the hottest curling iron I could find, then keep the look all day through rain, shine and blinding snow with the help of a quarter can of Aqua net hair spray. I don't think they make that stuff anymore, I'm sure it has been outlawed! The hair wouldn't move until you slept on it or washed it out, ahh the 80's.
But the questions from class mates! The dreded 'can I touch it- wow its hard just like mine, so you use Aqua net too...'
More recently in my life, thousands of miles away from where I grew up, I was dating a not so smart white guy with 2 great kids. The kids were hanging out in the bathroom while I was doing my hair.
At first I didn't think much of it, but then I caught a glimpse of them behind me in the mirror- they were literaly mesmorized
by what I was doing. Yep, just like I was doing a magic trick!
Then the ex-boy friend walks in and takes a seat on the toilet and proceeds to watch too. That was it! I yelled at all of them to get outa there. It felt so weird! I was blow drying with a round brush. No magic here, nothing special and no Aqua net, just a blow dry.
Looking back, I found out later that I ws the first black person they ever knew! Shortly there after, the son began dating a black girl in his school, so I always figured that exposure to me had some lasting effect!
Ahh, the mystery, and lure of our beautiful hair!