The Whip My Hair video by Willow Smith has been quite the buzz the last couple of days. Strollerderby’s Sandy Maple touched upon it in conjunction with the Sesame Street version before another Strollerderby colleague, Madeline Holler, told us that all of Willow Smith‘s head gyrations brought two words to her mind. Neck injury. Which I can totally understand. But the two words that came to my mind?
That’s right, head lice. You see, my family and I may or may not have recently come down with a nasty case of the scalp invaders. Alright, alright. I’ll admit it. We had head lice, doggone it. You happy? Only we called it by a special code name so no one would ever find out — a code name I insisted we use, even in the privacy of our own home. Red Mice.
But I digress. You see, for weeks and weeks and weeks, our family picked through each other’s hair like a pack of groom-obsessed chimpanzees. So bad did it become that on my way home from work, I wasn’t sure whether picking up a pizza or grabbing a few dozen bananas was the more appropriate call for dinner.
Sheets were washed daily. Virtually everything we owned found its way into plastic bags which were stacked neatly in the garage. Special powders and sprays were used upon the surfaces of all upholstered furniture and carpets.
As you can imagine, it was an extremely taxing time. So much so, that I can say with great confidence that I am utterly certain there exists a divorce spike among couples who endure a head-lice experience. (Just kidding, honey. You didn’t go crazy. Seriously. That was normal.) And now this adorable, charismatic pint-sized child of two Hollywood A-listers is encouraging everyone to flick their hair?
Sorry, y’all. But I ain’t havin’ it. At least not in my house. The thought of Pookie and her friends getting together and dancing around our basement while flicking their hair upon one another is enough to land my therapist on speed dial, thank you very much.
So while I’m all for Willow, and while I actually think her tune is catchy and empowering, I just as soon our family not take the lyrics literally. At least until the memory of our recent head lice red mice encounter fades a bit.