afro-pick

I designed a new product for white people to appropriate black culture with.

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Photo One:

*pulls pick out of my afro*

“Can you pick my hair?”
“Can I pick… YES!”

So there it is. He looks absolutely serious about it and I love it.

I got a hug and the photographer was like “Girl, seriously, you have some AMAZING hair.”

And Sebastian…

SEBASTIAN.

S.E.B.A.S.T.I.A.N.

SEBASTIAN GOES “I know, I want to sleep on it!” AND PATS IT SEVERAL TIMES WITH A BIG ASS SMILE ON HIS FACE!

HERE LIES CHELSEA: DEADER THAN A MOTHA FUCKA!!

Photo 2:

So I come back around for my group photo then do my solo after it and I asked him if he wanted to lay on it and he was so down like “OMG YEA!”

And he just went for it like his face is DEEP AF in my Type 4 curls.

He then thanked me and that was legit great.

HE IS THE BEST!

Did anyone else’s dad (or mom) have one of these? I remember being totally enamoured with my dad’s when I was little– for some reason I thought the fist at the end was so great, even though I obviously had no idea what it stood for at that age. Maybe it was just the radical in me stirring.

 If it wasn’t for the fact that those metal prongs are probably murder on your hair, I’d totally get one for myself now.