Why is Mr. Terrific Changing His Hair 100 Times Per Arrow Episode Like He Ain’t Black?

Mr. Terrific, what are you doing?? We need to be real right now. It’s not that I hate him, it’s just that Mr. Terrific is a WHOLE nigga with a 4c curly ass afro and  dark skin and yet, somehow, every time they need to go out to fight crime he has his hair braided. Even on the nights  they go out to beat criminal ass, then change and go be regular ass fancy people, and then go out to fight more crime… he goes from being braided up in fighting gear to being an afro-sporting geek in a suit back to being braided and kicking ass (or… getting his ass kicked because Mr. Terrific isn’t the greatest fighter…yet, he’s getting better). This is all within a few hours in the same goddamn night. We should all pray for him and his scalp. But that is also beside the point…

This shit is just hella unrealistic. In all my 27 years, I ain’t never changed my hair that many times in one day. Not even for the dance competitions and performances or school. Not that I’m doing any of that shit nowadays, but every black person with kinky hair knows they are not going to suffer through getting their hair cornrowed just to take it down in the same night. We ain’t doing that shit.

I can’t be mad that DC Comics has finally put another recurring role with a black person in it in which he is not a thug or some other woeful ass, annoying stereotype, but…can we reach for some realism? Is that too much to ask for in a world where black people are usually only allowed to be stereotypes? There is no logical reason why he can’t wear cornrows with a suit…except, you know for that nagging little reality about cornrows not being accepted on niggas in the workplace, but…this is TV. None of it is real and ideally, I’d like to see black men and women wearing afros, locs, head dresses, and cornrows with their work attire.

All in all, it is hard to be truly upset about this wildly changing hair. This is possibly because I am not actually upset, but because my scalp cries for him. After the big hoopla with Marvel’s greatest hit, Black Panther, I want to see black people in our TV shows and movies being unapologetically black all the goddamn, mother-fucking time. Maybe we will even see this adorable and quirky character get his own movie in the future, but, and we all know, DC never uses the same characters and it’s TV shows as they do in the movies so that opens up the possibility of getting another wonderful rendition of a dark-skinned, highly intelligent, and beautiful black man to inspire and give every black child hope they too can be a superhero even if they don’t have super powers.

Heeey, I heard you loved me with the lights off but I’m not some Cheshire maiden mistaken for lush beauty and kind generosity. What an atrocity to love the stars and hate the stars and galaxy and the space between your toe nails and nail polish. What an ugly shade of green. never thought you’d love to hate her you used to be whatever nice is but now you must be punished for your sins in lashings of the tongue. The bloating begins. I want chocolate ice cream chocolate syrup chocolate frappe a side of chocolate with my chocolate and a marshmallow pie. Fudge by any other name will still be fat and sweet. Welcome to nightmares, night scares, daydreams. What an ugly shade of green for snores to hide in. I’d give up sleep for Romeo if he were to climb my balcony and conqueror 15 my mind from the outside this time. Blind man, do you still lust for beauty day dazing at the yellow sun son sun of Zeus and goddesses of Earthy spirits. Here’s a hope for hoping. I’m done with wishing on falling stars. I’ll catch you once you’ve fallen.

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