Inadmissible Hair
Or, Not Neurotic Enough.
From Vancouver, via Alex Zoltan, an attempt to attend a “2SLGBTIAQ+-friendly” outdoor theatre is derailed by some cultural-sensitivity complications:
A woman in Vancouver was denied access to a “2SLGBTIAQ+-friendly” outdoor theatre because her hair violated the venue’s “Code of Conduct Cultural Appropriation policy.” pic.twitter.com/reB5DbDtL1
— Alex Zoltan (@AmazingZoltan) August 15, 2025
You see, madam’s hair – or rather, her woollen hair extension – violates the venue’s “Code of Conduct Cultural Appropriation Policy.”
Which is a thing, apparently.
Readers may not be entirely surprised to learn that the list of terms and conditions is somewhat extensive and includes both pre-emptive scolding that is nebulous and therefore open to interpretation by those so inclined:
And pre-emptive scolding that is more particular:
Because pronoun policing is the basis of every good night out. And with regard to madam’s supposedly scandalous hair:
That’s the non-consensual wearing of your own clothes and hair.
You see,
We’re talking, you’ll recall, about a trip to a “2SLGBTIAQ+-friendly” outdoor theatre. In the hope of a jolly time.
We’re also informed, sternly, that people of pallor do not experience,
And that,
Again, at a venue where luridly cross-dressing men can pretend to be women and must always be addressed with their fabulist pronouns.
In short, attendees must,
Those forever downtrodden magic brown people.
And transvestites.
I feel I should point out that the interaction filmed above goes on for nine minutes. You may wish to have a fortifying beverage to hand.
Or something to bite down on.
The complications of progressive fun times – specifically, what can only be referred to as ideological dancing – have been mentioned here before.
You can never be woke enough. That’s the point.
It is an unhappy game, seemingly designed to propagate anxiety.
See also this.
In which a visit to a “queer dance party” involves a remarkably elaborate sorting process. Because you can’t just dance next to anyone, you know.
Being, as there is, a progressive pecking order.
So, am I supposed to be sympathetic, or is this a case of a leftist running head first into the ideology she supports and finding out that totalitarianism is indeed a bad thing?
That would, I suspect, be a bridge too far. I mean, when playing the game, or just seeing it from a distance, the psychology in play is hard to miss. As are the kinds of people to whom it appeals.
I hear a lot about black women being pestered about their hair. I know sometimes white girls want to touch their hair. Which, I guess, is kind of alienating, because that’s how the Indians during the Raj treated blonde white girls — by touching their hair because it was so strange to them.
And then there’s this:
A head full of black cornrows, neatly arranged, is “unclean” or “unprofessional”?
But a head full of blonde cornrows is “cool”?
I’ve never run into that. Maybe I’m not in a position to hear black women be chided for their hair, but it seems odd that it would happen at all. Unless she looks like she’s been living on the street, and there’s food and unmentionable substances stuck in her hair, what’s the problem with hair styles that white women can’t really manage but African women can?
It seems to me that it might be a less-aggravating solution to encourage all and sundry to wear, e.g., cornrows, and also to enjoin employers et al. to leave black women and their hair alone in most cases.
It’s a little concerning that we’re striving for racio/cultural purity: I can wear this because it originates from my people, but you can’t.
It seems we had another society that got obsessed with cultural purity, and they attempted to rid themselves of anything that was not of Teutonic origin.
The cultural purity being enforced in some quarters is way too close to that.
The wokescolds don’t even know the history of braids.
If we start listing the things they don’t know, and the things they choose not to know, and the things they think they know but which are wildly incorrect, we’ll be here all day. And I very much doubt that they’re interested in reality, as opposed to the neurotic, wearying drama that they wish to inflict on others.