Do you ever come upon those moments in life where you suddenly realize that Hollywood has had a much bigger impact on who you are and how you see yourself?
I just experienced such a moment.
While filling the kettle with freshly drawn cold water to make my afternoon tea, I clumsily splashed the body of my t-shirt, leaving, as I’m sure we’re all familiar with, that uncomfortable wet spot.
To remediate the problem, I decided to use ingenuity – by using a hair dryer for a purpose other than drying hair – to dry my shirt. Simply brilliant MacGyvering!
It worked. Within minutes of the high powered machine blasting its heated air streams my way, I was dry.
But standing there in front of the clean unspeckled bathroom mirror, another thought crossed my mind…
I have hair, lots of it. And it’s full of potential.
And there, in my hand was a hair dryer, also full of potential.
And I did.
In a short few moments I was lost in what was reflected back to me.
Prince Charming, albeit ethnic and handsomer, with locks of stringy coal tendrils flowing behind me, dancing in the warm winds of potential tapped.
And this is why representation matters.