The stories about the rise of hip hop record labels focus heavily on men. Little is said about the women in the game, moving, shaking, trailblazing and mentoring. Too often women of color are reduced to caricatures – the ratchetness of reality TV. The notion of sisterhood and Latifah style U-N-I-T-Y is overlooked or dismissed. Despite attempts to reduce women of color to the lowest common denominator, still we rise.
When I moved to NYC, I was afraid that I would not find kindred spirits. It is after all the concrete jungle, not exactly known for hospitality. Ironically, I found sisterhood were I first learned to celebrate it, at the hair salon. My first article for HuffPost was a hair article, Back to My Roots. It was about my journey going natural. I am not a hair person. I would rather clean an entire house than do my hair. Therefore, my relationship with my hair stylist is important.