The Perks of Being a Blonde

Most people know what I mean when I tell them my natural hair color is Avril-Lavigne-circa-2002. It’s a dirty blonde that needs some serious highlights, as Elle Woods would say. Aside from my extended family, there were very few girls at school with blonde hair when I was growing up. My hair was something I felt set me apart. When I started college, though, blonde hair wasn’t unique or special: it was everywhere.

The stereotype of the blonde woman as perfect is a pervasive one. In movies and on TV, she’s the sorority sister in pearls, the impeccable socialite, the chic housewife. It seems that there are implicit responsibilities that come with having blonde hair — for women, anyway — that we must be soft-spoken, agreeable and sweet. Spending time around soft-spoken, agreeable and sweet blondes, I remember feeling a disconnect between the person I was and the person other people expected me to be. Perfect blondes don’t bomb their midterms, get blown off by the most gorgeous guy in school or hurl expletives at their mothers.

Read the full article at The Huffington Post.

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