Blondes, Brunettes, and the Bachelorette

Allow me to begin by saying that I love blondes. Worship blondes. My best friend in the whole wide world is blonde. And that this post will be all over the place and is a terrible example of my writing style but that it does, for the most part, have one common thread: good (in my opinion) television.

Gossip Girl has this whole underlying blonde vs. brunette plot that no one ever really talks about. Alright, LIFE has this whole underlying blonde vs. brunette plot that no one ever really talks about. I don't really want to go into the whole Amelia (blonde) vs. Blaire (brunette) thing at the end other than to say that I was obviously disappointed. Fans of the show are always quick to point out how beautiful Blake Lively (blonde) is, but I never really hear anything about Leighton Meester (brunette).

So allow me to publicly declare my love. LM, I've adored you since you did that guest spot on Entourage as the blonde singer with the questionable morals. I think you are absolutely stunning, not to mention the only one on the show who has translated the character from the pages to the camera lens almost seamlessly. Kudos to you for keeping some element of the book alive. You are my favorite and by far the Waspiest! By the way, you look SO much better as a brunette.

I'd be lying if I didn't say that I don't have a weakness for blonde boys. Why, you ask? Because you always want what you can't have. How many blonde Jewish boys do YOU know? I can think of one, and that's Ian Ziering, and I've had a crush on him since he played bad boy Wasp Steve Sanders on 90210. He was the most underrated character on that show in my opinion. He married a blonde model in real life. She converted. They divorced. I digress.

Personally, I blame the distinction between the two hair colors as one of the reasons for the diminishment of our religion. Jewish boys want to marry blonde haired, blue eyed beauties. Blonde haired, blue eyed beauties are often not of the Jewish faith and probably don't want to convert. Jewish girls don't understand why they can't find a nice Jewish boy to date and look elsewhere.

Sure, we'd love to say that my mom's blonde locks are due to great genes, but really, they're credited to the talented people at the Frederic Fekkai salon. Her blue eyes are real though, as are my fathers and my sisters. My eyes are a deep shade of green.

And to whomever said blondes have more fun... this statement annoys me to no end. My coif is a shimmery brown hue and I'm having one hell of a good time.

Onto the Bachelorette. Now normally, I don't buy into this sort of generic TV romance. I'm sitting here, throwing my arms up, wondering what happened to good old-fashioned relationships. What happened to "going steady"? Am I behind the times here? Have I watched too many Wonder Years episodes for my own good?

This is the first, and probably last, Bachelorette season I will actually follow, and for several reasons. First, I really, genuinely like this girl. She reminds me of myself: she's Southern, real, optimistic, and the teeniest bit endearingly awkward. Second, I have to admit that it actually does look romantic! I am a die-hard, hopeless romantic whose bound to be disappointed in life, but I'm not one to poo-poo riding horses alone the edge of the ocean. No siree.

And now, to end this erratic post properly, I will once again make a terrible transition and comment on how my father and I are currently emailing back and forth about our respective summer travel and he and my mother are going to Martha's Vineyard, a place I've wanted to go to since... forever, without me. I'm off to drown my sorrows in a cookie.