I just had a barely controllable urge to ask my mom if my hair felt like Cheetos.
This thought was spawned by watching a YouTube video on what white women say to black women. Despite the hundreds of inappropriate questions about my hair I have received over the years, this is not one of them. But it made me wonder. What if I carried around a small baggy of Cheetos and the next time someone asked to touch my hair I would say, “Oh, touch these Cheetos instead. Same thing.”
Mmm, evil thoughts. “Yes, rub ’em real good. Yeah, ’til all that orange stuff comes right off. Now, touch your hair to compare. Neat, huh?”