the blonde identity

Back in April, I decided to embark on a hair color experiment due to a little boredom and my fascination with the chameleon-like transitions of celebrities.....of course, I am not a celebrity nor do I have access to top colorists and fabulous extensions.  I got way more than I bargained for; as a brunette I was practically unrecognizable to my family and friends and more importantly, to myself.  I never realized how much being blonde was a part of my identity as well as a part of my identity to others.  I think I was striving to achieve that very serious New York girl look AND see if/how people treated me differently; and boy, did they?!? For some reason, being blonde invites shouts, whistling and catcalls, even on a bad day and being brunette, at least in my case, does not.  The transition was immediate when I went dark and instantaneous when I began the long road back to my naturally dirty blonde hair.  They say if you stay close to what you were born with, you'll look the most natural and I have to say, "they" are right.  I was the only person who liked my hair dark and it will now be a fun memory, like colored contact lenses.....but in my case I think it's true, blondes have more fun or well, I have more fun AS a blonde.