BLONDATUDE

I ran dry for blog ideas so I dyed my hair blond.

Seriously though, beginning of last week, I had a surge of rebellious emotions.  When that happened at seventeen, I pierced my nose, cartilage, and belly.  And, when it happened again at 21, I stumbled out of a night club and slipped straight into a lecture hall at Berkeley. But now I’m 27 years old, a striving professional and sophisticated dame (shut up, let me to project a little).  So I calmed my teenage impulses with hair dye to finally walk in the footsteps of blondes.  After all, the blond reputation suits my current cravings: fun, spunk, and bright lights.


Don’t think  blondes have hogged all the attention in just the last century, with sensations like Marilyn Monroe and Madonna.  Blonde women have an epic track record of scoring the cream of the crop (survivors of the fittest) since the last ice age 11,000 years ago.

The evolution of blond-mania began with the Northern European tribes.  Leaving women behind to attend to their hunting expeditions, Nordic cavemen sought ungodly scary animals like mammoths and prehistoric bisons.  The task was dangerous and the death toll was high for the hunters, eventually leaving men significantly outnumbered by women.  And when they would return from the glacial mountains horny and exhausted, they were greeted with overpopulated women who were fertile and hungry.  Clearly, men held the power in the natural selection, and as genealogy dictates, they preferred blondes for mating.

Blondes are natural survivors.  They stood out from their brunette competition during this intense sexual rivalry. Apparently, blondes also have higher levels of estrogen, which predisposes them to petite noses, narrow shoulders, smooth skin, less body hair, childish behavior, bubbly energy, and playfulness.**  What man, even a caveman, wouldn’t want that?!

So what if we’re out of the ice age and in to global warming?  Statistically, blondes are still preferred, and g-d damn it, I want a hot hairy guy to shlep me a slab of mammoth or bison!! A date for a porterhouse steak is perfectly acceptable too!

Anyways, unlike tattoos and piercing, my hair is out there, and the rebellious satisfaction is immediate.  Heads are turning more than ever, but let’s be honest, my own head is tilted a bit higher than usual too.  And that’s because, coupled with some red lipstick and a black leather jacket, the blond change is just a trigger to more great changes, internal redesigning and romantic revamping included.

**http://www.guardian.co.uk/science/2010/jun/04/men-blonde-women-attractive

One thought on “BLONDATUDE

  1. “…horny and exhausted..”
    My Dear Beata,
    Finally you made it clear how the tribe of prehistoric Jews survived the Global Freeze during the period when mammoths and bison’s mercilessly created overpopulation of Women. In my personal opinion it was the best period for men because they didn’t have to set a date, wait for call back and share the best piece of delicious meat just to get in a cave with a woman.
    According to you and the writings on the walls of survived caves the blonds where the preferred ones. Well…..
    And now, thanks G-d for chemistry and technology you(girls) can fool us(men).
    And on the other hand, we survived naive hunters, wouldn’t even know for the rest of our relationship that you spend one night or whole life with naturally born brunet who had the knowledge that blond girls were always in a bigger popular demand.
    Beata, I am one more time very proud of you for getting this lazy and spoiled Tel-Vivian men
    to turn their head’s to look and pay attention to you.
    Because I am your Father I have to make a Legal Disclosure: “If I would NOT be you Father I would say: make this fool men horny and exhausted like many millions years ago did the bison’s, mammoths and hell knows who else”.
    But I am your Father and the only suggestion I can make is-please behave my Dear Girl.
    Knowledge is Power!

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