Yes, my dislike for blondes, figuratively and literally is very evident almost always. But without them what would make us sassy brunettes have a constant smug on our faces? Plus, they add a dash of entertainment to our lives, although in a vain sort of way. I must admit though, we’ve all had our blonde moment or two in our lives.
Just imagine, I do have a couple of friends with a blonde streak, not literally, for those blondes reading this. No wait, why would a blonde be reading this? Oops.
To think that they just stand there and twirl their hair. I’m really not sure about what they’re thinking but why on earth would anyone do that? So the ditsy kind come into our lives with whiney ever-so-squeaky voices with an ‘I’m so dumb” look on their face, its hard to not to make fun of them. How can anyone NOT make fun of them?
Like I said, I’m sure we’ve all had a blonde moment at some point in our lives. And that’s really okay. But I can’t imagine a life that is full of blonde moments. What kind of a life is that? To be a psuedo-intellectual and share facts ever so energetically, that is at least 3 years old. I mean are they really trying to climb up the intellectual ladder? And for what? To be a part of the great smarts club?
I think not.