If the 1953 musical comedy “Gentlemen Prefer Blondes” proves anything, it proves that, despite my claims to the contrary,* I am NOT a gentleman.
I’m not saying I have never been attracted to blondes. I’ve certainly fallen for a few:
But in general, I have always been of the view that there is a very compelling reason why the words “blonde” and “bland” are cognates.
Unlike women with a little more color to them, most blondes desperately NEED makeup to look attractive. Wash a blonde’s makeup of her face and what have you got left?
Some say “blondes have more fun” while others insist “blondes ARE more fun.”
Not me.
I’ll take an octoroon over a blonde any day of the week and (at least) three times on Sundays.
