good hair day

My hair has tripled in size from the humidity. However, the office housekeeper keeps trying to get me to let her braid it or something. (No, not those braids that my mother would disown me for.) Because it's still "good" hair. And by that I mean white hair - naturally light enough in color and with the much desired Caucasian texture. Just another example of the pervasive feelings based on skin (and hair and eye) color. No me gusta.