I'll admit, I have my fair share of blond moments. But, in actual fact, so does everyone else. I found this story while looking for a pic for my last post, and thought I should share it, as Hanna's story tells a tale that many blond women can identify with:
It is still alive and well. Men thinking blondes are dumb! I decided a few years ago, when I hit mid-life crises to color my hair really blonde. I also, after many years of wearing glasses got contacts. Before the makeover,I had mousy brown hair, glasses, and a very intellectual look about me. Well, let me tell you what some contacts, and allot of Miss Clairol can do! I noticed immediately that men started paying more attention to me. I never had this problem before. If my car broke down, I was on my own. Now, I had the power. I was blonde, I had more men trying to help me with my car when it broke down, then I knew what to do with. Anyway. let me tell you about one special night when I went out dancing. It's a true experiment in stereotyping.I must preface by saying, when I go out, I really like to put on the ritz. My hair is done, really fun clothes, perfect makeup, you got the idea. Anyway, I went out dancing one night with my friends to a country western club. The usual crowed was there and a few extras. I love to dance, so by then I had built up quite a few regulars to dance with. But, ahh, there's always the newbees. Anyway, I had noticed for a long time that since I did my hair blonde, I was getting more attention from men, however, not the type I was interested in. They seemed to be talking just a little slower to me then they used too. Also, in a more condescending way, like I was a bit of a child. This had gone on many times over the weeks and months, since my hair change. It was really starting to get irritating. Mind you, I had a lifetime of being treating like I could actually think. Well, if I got the chance, tonight was gonna be the night. I was going to see just how gullible a man can be when he's around a blonde. You'll love this!
I was dancing for awhile with all the regulars, that actually new me well enough to know I had a brain. They new better than to confuse me the the Scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz. Well, that's when the victim to my experiment came up to ask me to dance. We were just doing a nice, slow two-step, so talking was quite viable. I noticed from the beginning he was talking to me SLOWLY, like I had brain damage. This kind of irritated me. We were talking for awhile, when I asked him what he did for a living, and he said a truck driver. He then asked me what I did. Here was my chance. I said "I work for Dairy Queen". He said 'Oh Really", in the most condescending way, I have ever heard. This is where i get him. I said with my hand twirling in a circular motion, "Yes, and do you know how hard it is to get those swirls just right". He said 'No I can't Imagine" I really had him going. But, boy did he deserve it. After all, he was the one treating me like the proverbial "Dumb Blonde," from the beginning. Anyway, I proceeded to ask him why he was talking to me so slowly, he said "I don't know". Well, I did. It was so obvious it was pathetic. I then asked him if he believed I worked for Dairy Queen. He said "Yeah, Why". I said "I was only pulling your leg, I'm really in my Master's Program to become a counselor". With that in the middle of the dance, he threw his arms off me, stopped dead from dancing, and said "Your not gonna analyze me are you". With that, I said "No, your not really that interesting", and I walked off the dance floor. That was a night to remember.Moral of the story, think twice before you go with the old stereotypes, what you see, may not be always what you get, and most importantly, don't dance with men who talk real slow to you. It just goes to show ya, the old stereotypes, are alive and well, and living in the good old U.S.A.!
I was dancing for awhile with all the regulars, that actually new me well enough to know I had a brain. They new better than to confuse me the the Scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz. Well, that's when the victim to my experiment came up to ask me to dance. We were just doing a nice, slow two-step, so talking was quite viable. I noticed from the beginning he was talking to me SLOWLY, like I had brain damage. This kind of irritated me. We were talking for awhile, when I asked him what he did for a living, and he said a truck driver. He then asked me what I did. Here was my chance. I said "I work for Dairy Queen". He said 'Oh Really", in the most condescending way, I have ever heard. This is where i get him. I said with my hand twirling in a circular motion, "Yes, and do you know how hard it is to get those swirls just right". He said 'No I can't Imagine" I really had him going. But, boy did he deserve it. After all, he was the one treating me like the proverbial "Dumb Blonde," from the beginning. Anyway, I proceeded to ask him why he was talking to me so slowly, he said "I don't know". Well, I did. It was so obvious it was pathetic. I then asked him if he believed I worked for Dairy Queen. He said "Yeah, Why". I said "I was only pulling your leg, I'm really in my Master's Program to become a counselor". With that in the middle of the dance, he threw his arms off me, stopped dead from dancing, and said "Your not gonna analyze me are you". With that, I said "No, your not really that interesting", and I walked off the dance floor. That was a night to remember.Moral of the story, think twice before you go with the old stereotypes, what you see, may not be always what you get, and most importantly, don't dance with men who talk real slow to you. It just goes to show ya, the old stereotypes, are alive and well, and living in the good old U.S.A.!
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