“I was at Rite Aid and this dude said to his friend ‘Fam you wanna get that? Its on sale.’ talking about some Blistex. His friend was like ‘Man, im from the hood, dog, if my lips gonna be white, they gonna be white!’ That comment concerned me.
What Would Thembi Do?”
– “That Dude” Phil
Ashiness is one of the larger problems plaguing the black community and many of us, as we tend to do with the political process, have slipped into a state of despair. Why moisturize when the ash will return tomorrow? This is the same sort of thinking that runs through the heads of postal workers while contemplating shooting sprees and it must be stopped. While it is frustrating to have a daily To-Do list with the standing items “Don’t get shot by the cops,” “Break through the glass ceiling,” and “Eliminate all ash from my body,” such is our lot in life. Black folks alone set the bar for what level and type of ash is socially acceptable, and I propose that we set that bar at “next-to-zero ash.” In this particular case, I’d have to use my feminine wiles to plant the seed of change by saying something like “But you don’t want to cut your girl with your lips when you kiss her, do you? That is, if you have a girl (insert doe-eyed look here)…” Even if this response doesn’t snag me a new jump-off, at least it might get this young brother to consider the many benefits of an ash-free life.