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I have dark blonde hair. I live in denial by declaring that I have light brown hair. I dread being considered a dumb blonde.
I also never colored my hair. It is something I never bought into. I like my hair, even though I do not look like Pocahontas with her perfect jet black straight hair.
I despise the idea of having to say something like:

"I can't even remember what color my hair was originally."

I have virgin hair, which got the stylist excited. She "can't even remember when she worked with someone who had hair like mine."
So for this project I broke my hair virginity and went the worst color possible...blonde. Yuck

I have always been pretty content with what I have been born with. I have an average body with lucky enough genes that I do not worry about dieting. The only thing that irritates me is the scar on my left breast where a lump has been removed. And even that is disappearing...slowly.
 Now that I am blonde I get the "Oh my goossh you look amazing" instead of "Oh my gosh, you are blonde."  I get a few wolf calls, and guys tend to look at me twice and keep the door open for me in the shops.
So as this is my blog and I should also touch on some academic terms I would like to explore a few points:

• the dumb blonde (everyone knows one)
• long hair and why men love it so much
• the female blonde as a sexual object 
• my body as a female feminine body
• piercings and tattoos

 So let's see if blondes DO have more fun...

In the meantime:


BLONDE JOKE OF THE DAY!
 

Two blondes decided that this Christmas they wanted to cut down their own Christmas tree. So they drove two hours into the country and walked deep into the woods to find the perfect Christmas tree. They had planned the trip well, especially considering that they were blond. They were dressed warmly with boots, warm coats and hats. They had a chain saw, hatchet, a bag to protect the tree and rope to drag it back to their car. Every detail was covered.

They searched and searched. They had gone to all this trouble, nothing but the prefect tree would do. They searched for hours through knee deep snow and biting wind. Finally, five hours later with the sun beginning to go down, one blonde says to the other, "I can't take this anymore. I give up! There are hundreds of beautiful trees out here. Let's just pick one whether it's decorated or not!"