Sexism…kinda generally frowned upon.
You get the point, bigotry is not cool.
I want to talk to you about the ism that I am faced with most. The ism that appears to be somewhat amusing yet at the same time as pant-bunchingly obnoxious as the others.
Blondeism: the judgement of someone, their abilities and worth due to the fact they are blonde.
What? Am I crazy? Am I really complaining about being judged because of my hair colour? Well, not complaining so much as pointing out something I’ve noticed but I can throw a few ‘wah’ and ‘sobs’ in for good measure if needs be.
How do I get judged you ask?
I’ve always been blonde. My natural hair colour is some shade of blonde…I don’t really remember which one. That’s not that uncommon, show me a natural blonde over the age of 15 and I’ll start believing in Santa Claus.
I used to be uber blonde. Marilyn, Stefani step aside I’m the new platinum powerhouse in town.
But damn the roots upkeep was mental.
But since those glorious bright, white days the judgement seems to come when you’re a more natural (and by that I mean more yellow) shade.
Blonde means I’m dizzy, perhaps not the brightest lightbulb in the illuminations and that no man is safe. I kid you not. I overheard two middle-aged (somewhat rotund) women talking about their friend (I assume similarly middle aged and rotund) who had been left for a younger woman. This was apparently only mildly vexing. The fact this other woman (again I assume not middle-aged or rotund) was blonde.
The word blonde was offered as the universal explanation of why this all happened and delivered with such venom and sisterhood solidarity I almost shaved my head.
I’m often informed other women don’t like me because I’m blonde they see me as a threat. I say that’s their problem and me as a threat has nowt to do with my hair colour… But I’ve heard it a lot.
My friendships are judged. I have lost count of the amount of times I must be friends with a guy because I’m sleeping with him. Yet my brunette friends do not encounter such judgement.
I have things explained to me in words of limited syllables. Yes, I know what syllables are. Apparently light hair colour is a sign of not much between your ears. Now I smile and nod and giggle to myself as the brunettes or red heads ask the stupid questions.
Blondes have more fun…
I think it’s funny I get judged like this. I enjoy the stone faced reactions when I talk to someone’s fella. I love being smarter than people seem to expect me to be it just gets on my ample tits when people I know are blondeist. You guys should know better.
So for the avoidance of doubt: I’m only dizzy if I’ve not had enough sleep, I am much, much smarter than you and your men are safe…from me anyway.