I was always happy to be a brunette. LOL, I did once "go blonde" for a supervisor who'd disliked me since the beginning of time (he was new) and I'd met his wife, who was blonde. Since I liked my job, I heeded his "warning" and then went on a campaign to turn his "dislike" into a "like." He wasn't that smart so (apart from reigning in my ire at times) behaviorally, it wasn't so hard at all. My tools were flattery, Sally's beauty products, and agreeing with everything he said (you try really NEEDING and liking a job, LOL). I knew I had TRIUMPHED when about a month later I was seeking his "aide" in "improving my clinical notes," and he said, "You write notes just like my wife!" LOLZ,
Oddly I found myself liking him in return (behavioral interventions don't just affect the other person) and it turned into one of those situations where he left to "spend more time with his kid" and I gifted him a bunch of pretty cool story books I had used with my kiddo. I could probably still get a reference from that guy if I needed one. I don't regret torching my hair (platinum blonde is not easy on the hair follicles).
But my main point was, it really is true about blondes. Most people who didn't already know me interacted with me quite differently, heh. Once my hair started falling out, I grew it out, and was
thrilled to discover how much my (platinum grey) had progressed. In streaks. I get people asking me all the time how I did it. My standard answer: "I stayed alive long enough to get old." LOL.
But, I'll take dishwater brunette and
smart over blonde any day of the week.
Anna