IN DEFENCE OF BLONDES
EVER since actress Jennifer Hudson sashayed into a New York cafe in the Sex and the City Movie and failed to recognise the newly-darkened locks of her trend-setting boss Carrie Bradshaw, the world of hairdressing has developed an obsession with the idea of ditching the bottle.
Blonde is out, they cry; save money, go back to your natural roots, brown is back.
Everyone’s saying, “save money, go back to your natural roots, brown is back.” But, recession or no recession, since when has it become shameful to favour a shining golden mane over a dull muddy brown?
I don’t care if other people decide not to take me seriously because I’m blonde – I do it for me. It’s nice getting noticed and that’s how it is when you’re blonde. Everyone wants to be noticed, don’t they?
The City, so the argument goes, favours brunettes over blondes – ogling them less, taking them more seriously, recognising an urge to eschew play in favour of work.
But if people want to notice you for the wrong reasons and make the wrong judgements about the colour of your hair, let them. I say: why not have a little fun with your tresses, especially in a world where flashes of frivolity have become all too few and far between? They don’t call it your crowning glory for nothing, you know. [email protected]