So a friend of mine, Mark over at The Idiot Speaketh, recently went blonde. He’s now furiously working on his tan, lolling by the lakeside with his friends, the Canadian Snow Geese.
I told him I was laughing to myself when he went blonde, and started making the requisite dumb blonde jokes about himself.
Here’s the reason why: Guess who this is?
The disturbed kid on the left is my brother. His face got messed up in an unfortunate t-shirt accident, and has been this way ever since. Don’t judge.
I was born blonde, and have heard just about every blonde joke there is.
When I turned 11, my hair started to darken, until it reached a mousy, sandy brown in high school. Fortunately, Clairol has an App for that, and I’ve been a red-head since 1998, when OnlySon was born.
So, Mark? If I get out of hand with the blonde jokes? Feel free to hold this up and remind me that “Blonde is a state of mind, not a hair color!”