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Mar
07
2009

Flashback weekend-My Former Life as a Blonde

Another week of me looking back at the articles I wrote for the Syracuse Herald Journal when I was a teen.  In this week’s article, I write about my life as a blond and how I suddenly decided to go brown.  Obviously for any who know me, you’ll see it didn’t last long, as I’m back to blond again!

My Former Life as a Blonde

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“Hey!  Who’s that new girl writing for hj using Julie’s name?”

I’m sure that’s a question commonly asked nowadays.  Well, it IS Julie-uh, I mean me.  But now I’m a brunette.

Now, you’re probably also thinking, “What the hell did she do that for?”  Well, let me tell you why.

Just cuz.  That’s why.

I don’t want to be a blond! I never was! My mother used to brush blond streaks in my hair when I was young.  Then, once when I was a freshman (god forbid), I felt I needed a change.  Boy, what THAT a mistake.

“Hey!  Let’s put highlights in your hair” (name withheld for personal reasons-meaning she’ll kick my butt).  “Okay-dokey,” I reply.  And in goes the color.

Mind you, this was only supposed to be a highlight.  So, we wash out the color when all of the sudden I hear “oops” come out of her mouth.  Well, it seems that it had gotten a little lighter than planned.

So I go to school the next morning and for some reason, people actually liked it!

“Oh, you look better as a blond” And upon hearing the old phrase “Blondes have more fun, ” I let the Miss Clairol fly.  Each month, I got a little lighter.

During my high school years as a blond, pretty strange things have happened.  I once had a guy scream, “Hey, blondie!  What’s your sign?” And of course my reply was, “Stop.  Yield.  Children at play.”

And I’ve had the oh-so-intelligent brunettes come up to me asking very stupid questions and then reprimanding me for it!

For instance, while I was working at the Fair, some female (I refuse to call her a woman for personal reasons) pointed to a cookie and asked, “What’s that?”  Being the good salesperson that I am, I reply, “A cookie.”

Boy, was she mad She looked at me, twirled her hair and said, “Yeah, I’m a blonde.”

I’ve heard such phrases as, “You can get away with it, you’re a blonde”, “Just look at her hair! Of course she wouldn’t know the answer!” and the classic, “I had a fight with a blond chick once, so now I hate all of you.”  Gee, thanks.

Looking into a picture of myself, I’ve always felt that I’ve looked washed-out.  So, eventually, I talked myself into doing something different-again.  Not to mention the fact that I was beginning to feel really stressed out and if I didn’t do something soon, I’d crack.

Then, one glorious Friday afternoon (well, it would’ve been glorious if I hadn’t been in school), I decided.  I turned to my friend Deanne and said, “I’ve decided I’m gonna dye my hair, quit my job  and rob a bank.  Wanna come?”  “Sure!” she replied.

So off we went to the hair-dressers.  There was There was no way I was going to do a usual home coloring this time.

I walked on in and told my story.  And let me tell you were these people happy to hear it-although I”m not sure whether they were happy to have a customer, or just generally happy for me.  Ah, well.

After a lot of dye for me and a haircut for Deanna, it was time to wash that vile stuff out and see my new “natural color.” OOH…wow.

There I was, a whole new person.  Deanne was skeptical at first, but in a matter of seconds, she was flabbergasted, while I was still working on the “flabber…”  thing.

Oh, yeah, I never did get to do that bank thing, but I did quit my job.  But that’s beside the point.

Everyone who saw me loved it-except my mom and stepfather.  My nephew said he didn’t, but what does he know anyway?

Since then, I still have people ask me, “Did you dye your hair?”   No, stupid.  It grew in overnight.

There has been a difference in treatment.  I seem to find that more people take me seriously, except those few that still say it’s “artifiical intelligence.”

I also find that Im being called smart-like changing my hair color made me intelligent!  NO!  I DON’T THINK SO!  Believe it ot not, I’ve always been smart.  DUH!

I’m happy now, as a brown-ette.  I don’t look so washed out.  And that age-old rumpr about blondes and fun doesn’t hold much water with me.  As a matter of fact, I’ve found life to be an improvement.

It’s amazing what a little, or a lot, of dye can do.

A few of my various styles/colors since High school

A few of my various styles/colors since High school

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