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Men Against Weaves Everywhere: the 10 simple commandments for ladies’ weaves

Some things just have to be shared. This is one of those things.

Men Against Weaves Everywhere (MAWE) member

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The 10 Weave Commandments

1. Thou shall blend. There’s nothing worse than a weave with conflicting textures. If you’re unable to manipulate your true texture to mimic that of your weave, then you should get a weave that replicates your true strands.

2. Thou shall not let thy tracks be visible. You might as well leave the house with a pack of Remy 1B 14-inch in your hand. If you’re unable to properly conceal your weave, just skip it all together.

3. Thou shall have thy tracks sewn on securely. Over time, tracks will loosen as you style your weave. But there’s no reason for them to be hanging on for dear life by a single strand of weaving thread after one week of wear.

4. Thou shall not leave the salon in discomfort. I’ve witnessed too many women leaving the salon with a headache because their tracks were sewn on too tight. Not only is it painful, but it also puts you at risk of traction alopecia.

5. Thou shall not wear a shiny weave. A quality weave will have a natural luster to it. There is no need to weigh it down with tons of product. This will only make it look fake. The more lightness and bounce your weave has, the more authentic it will look and feel.

6. Thou shall use the proper products for maintenance. Each weave has different needs. A curly weave might require a leave-in conditioner to reduce frizz, while a straight one might call for a lightweight moisturizer, or nothing at all. It varies, so do your research.

7. Thou shall care for thy weave as if it were thy real hair. Maximize the life of your weave by properly protecting it at night, avoiding over-processing with heat, and cleansing it regularly. Consult your hairstylist about how often you should shampoo and condition your extensions.

8. Thou shall protect thy edges and scalp. We’ve all seen the photos of Naomi floating around the web. Ladies, this doesn’t have to be your fate! Massage an oil, such as olive or jojoba oil, infused with a stimulating herb, like rosemary, along your edges, nape, and scalp, to prevent breakage.

9. Thou shall not wear a weave beyond its expiration date. It’s recommended that you keep your extensions in for 6 to 8 weeks. Any longer than that can lead to matting (of your actual hair) and result in hair loss.

10. Thou shall not become attached to thy weave. We’re not talking about having a styling preference. We’re talking about feeling that you need a weave to be attractive. At the end of the day, beauty exudes from the inside. Your weave should be an accessory not a mask for your insecurity.

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“No. You fell asleep before.”

This is possibly the funniest story I’ve  ever read. Full stop.

theonenitestand:

This was back in college, I had just turned 19 and I finally got around to asking out this girl in my British Literature Before 1800 class [I can’t remember her name, something slutty like Amber]. I took her to Red Lobster [I got her the shrimp basket, baby]. The strangeness starts with her on her phone the *entire* duration of our date, texting her friend “This is my date,” “He’s so cute,” “He just said the cutest thing,” Taking photos of me & sending it to everyone she knows… I, naturally, found this irritating. So I snatched her phone from her hands across the table & put it in the back pocket of my blue jeans [Thinking that she wouldn’t go there]. Well, she did [Did I mention we’re seated smack dab in the center of the restaurant?], everyone was staring at her trying to grab my ass in an attempt to retrieve her mobile phone. Eventually she stopped and we had a lovely rest of dinner.

I take her back to my suite, first thing I see when I open the door: My roommate and his friends [And some of mine] making a Funky Monkey [That’s when you take any kind of alcohol you have in the place, whether it be beer, tequila, rum, etc. and mix it all up regardless]. They just poured it all in our waste bin [It tasted a little like garbage too…] and threw in lemons and limes [They didn’t bother to cut them up to release the juices either :\] and mixed it up with my brotherhood paddle [I got hell for that]. I consumed about four blue plastic cups-full of that, and “I can’t remember her name, something slutty like Amber” had maybe… mmm… Not even a quarter of a cup. She then whispers to my ear “I really want to!” I then take her to my room and have managed to strip down to my underwear in 3.2 seconds. She walked towards me in the bed. I passed out.

I woke up. Alone. In my bed with only boxers on, thought process going “Did I have sex last night?” It was around 10:20 am and I was late for my second class [Missed my first]. Clothes on, teeth brushed, keys grabbed, drove to class. While driving, my ass starts vibrating. HER PHONE WAS STILL IN MY BACK POCKET. I answer, sure enough it was her. “Hey I know you have Poly Sci this afternoon, can I pick my phone up after your class?”

I get out of class, she was waiting for me at [redacted]. Conversation as goes:

“I can’t remember her name, something slutty like Amber”: “Thanks.”

[redacted]: “Sure. Hey, by the way, did we hook up?”

“I can’t remember her name, something slutty like Amber”: “Yeah. But you fell asleep.”

[redacted]: “What? WHAT?! I fell asleep during sex, oh my god, i’m so SO sorry, that’s never happened to me before, that’s never happened to me before!”

“I can’t remember her name, something slutty like Amber”: “…No. You fell asleep before.”

[redacted]: “Huh?”

“I can’t remember her name, something slutty like Amber”: “You blacked out before we hooked up.”

[redacted]: “Before?”

“I can’t remember her name, something slutty like Amber”: “…”

[redacted]: “So, hold up… I was asleep… And you did stuff to me?”

“I can’t remember her name, something slutty like Amber”: “Yeah.”

[redacted]: “…ok”

Date rape is a serious and unfathomable offense. To women. But to men…

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