Hello and welcome!
I'm asking you to share this blonde moment with me by wearing this wig during the gig. Thanks!
This is a concert-monologue so let's shift the rules more towards a concert, which means that you can applaud between
the numbers, swing along, clap your hands and bang your heads and should you come across something resembling a
chorus; feel free to sing along. However, you can't go and buy beer...
I would also like it if those of you who were given torches would be a bit “brighter” - hehe – and act as ligh-technicians
when I ask you to. And as always, being human beings; feel free to make your own choices and shine on anything you
think needs more light.
If you're into strobe-lights you can create the effect by blinking really intensively.
Alright. Stockholm/Helsinki. Here we go.
And the prince rides through the storm,
past man-eating monsters,
past flesh-devouring trees in enchanted forests,
finally slaying the dragon and now he stands by the foot of the tower.
The prince looks up and immediately falls in love with a pair of eyes he sees over there.
The prince hears a weak but loving voice, begging to be liberated.
Begging for love.
Begging to be saved by none other than the prince.
And saved she shall be.
The courageous but slightly dim-witted prince cannot find a ladder.
But just then, like a revelation, like the voice of an angel, like a heavenly dream, like a beautiful mobile net; it falls
upon him.
It falls down and the prince is enchanted.
The prince stands there, frozen, staring at the most beautiful, golden hair.
Like gold.
Like a golden ladder, leading to the prince's love.
And the prince struggles past fiery magma,
cruel monarchs,
enchanted seas with beautiful but evil and murderous mermaids,
finally slaying the dragon.
The prince climbs up to the small room where the princess has lain asleep for a hundred years.
The prince has arrived, opened the door and almost been blinded by the beauty of the princess.
Although she has been asleep for a hundred years, the long golden hair has kept its shine.
The prince walks up to the princess and grabs her hair.
The prince grabs the long, soft gold, moves it aside from her face and gives the princess a long kiss.
A True Love's Kiss.
And the prince who has just arrived at the princess´s arms.
Tired, completely drained.
The prince who has almost died of thirst in the driest of deserts,
who has outwitted sea-monsters, who has walked through fires victorious, through storms, and finally slayed the
dragon.
Is now by his love.
But the princess runs away.
The prince feels how after a long, fascinating and what the prince had thought eternal dance, the princess has suddenly
broken away
and he sees that the princess has run away through the great hall of the castle.
As if the princess were hunted by some dark forces that wish to keep the lovers apart.
But the prince goes after her. The princess must not escape.
And just as the prince thinks that the princess has disappeared in the mass of people,
to be eternally lost,
the prince notices a golden sign.
Through the room, the long and lovely gold of the princess shines.
Her wonderful hair lights up the room and shows the prince the way to his love and the shoe that his betrothed has left
behind
as a sign of hope and Happily Ever After.
And the prince who has defied typhoons,
beaten down giants,
cheated goblins,
and finally slayed the dragon can now see his beloved princess and he discerns a reunion.
But the lovers cannot meet.
Their outstretched fingers cannot reach the sweat-filled embrace that is their goal
for an evil step-mother has captured them and threatens to destroy their love for ever.
The evil step-mother intends to separate the lovers for ever. And soon everything will be ruined.
For the prince cannot move and the beautiful princess, who is in fact very clever and bloody good at martial arts,
is pulled away by the evil step-mother, unable to resist.
The princess´s alleged love for the prince, their so-called desire for each-other ends up destroying all their will-power
and soon they are defeated.
But as soon as the step-mother has shut the magical door behind herself and the princess
and left the prince to die a long and horrendous death,
the princess manages to tear herself free.
Just enough to be able to get a scent of the prince.
But what the princess doesn't know is that the prince is standing there holding a knife in his steadfast hands, that will
save the two of them and their new-found but oh-so-beautiful love.
For the prince has made a hard decision.
He has gotten a hold of the princess´s fantastic, fabulous hair. The golden mane of the princess, the pride of the entire
kingdom.
In order to save them both,
to save the entire nation, all the people, the whole story; that which is most valuable must be sacrificed.
So the prince grabs a hold of the princess´s magical, shining, shimmering, sensual, beautiful, healthy, playful, fresh,
romantic, mystical
BLONDE hair and cuts it off.
The prince cuts the gold away...
And to everybody's disappointment, the princess's short tuft of hair becomes totally brown.
- Thank you. Are you enjoying yourselves? The first disco-beat of the night is coming up and I would like everyone
with torches to get involved when the song takes off – as much as you can without distracting too much.
- And whoever likes strobes, remember; feel free to blink fast during this interlude. And we're off.
Recipe number 1:
750 ml water or wine
60 ml dried root of rhubarb powder
Mix the ingredients and allow to simmer for 20 minutes and then allow to cool for 4 hours. Wine gives the best results
but goes sticky and must be rinsed out. Wear protective gloves.
Recipe number 2:
3 dl lemon juice
Equal amount of water
Mix the ingredients and rinse several times with the mixture. You can also just use the juice of two lemons for 10
minutes. For a more natural effect you can also press a lemon on your head. Best result can be attained in sunlight so
grab a few lemons or a bottle of concentrated lemon-juice with you to the beach.
Recipe number 3:
If your hair has become too dark after dyeing, rinse with fabric conditioner to make it a couple of shades lighter.
Britney Spears has been it
Lady Gaga has been it
George Bush has been it
Carolina Gylling has been it
Beyoncé
Jesus
Madonna
Carl Bildt
Rihanna
Putin
Vladimir Putin has been it
Eminem has been it
The King has been it
Some King has been it
Many Kings have been it
Björn Söder has been it. Not Jimmie Åkesson but the other it, Björn Söder.
Barbie has been it
Brad Pitt has been it
Jesus: in some countries
Agneta from Abba has been it
The Minister of Finance
The Minister of Justice
Anders Behring Breivik has been it
Olof Palme
Ulrik Munther
Dolly Parton
Heidi Klum
The President
The Prime Minister
Margaret Thatcher
Cinderella
The Governor
Queen Latifah
Justin Bieber
And Bill Gates
David Beckham
Gustav Skarsgård
And Göran
Göran Hägglund has been it too
Bill Clinton has been it
Mariah Carey has been it
Sarah Dawn Finer
Maria Montazami
Has been it
Reese Witherspoon
Danny
Blondinella
George Bush
George Bush's dad who has the same name
They've been it too
Lil Kim has been it
Sleeping Beauty has been it
Fernando Torres
and Princess Diana have been it
The Multi-billionaire
The Minister of Migration
Princess Madeleine but Viktoria has not been it
Angela Merkel
Cameron Diaz
The Prime-minister
Taylor Swift
Draco Malfoy
Nicki Minaj
Alex Skarsgård
and Adele
Hillary Clinton
Marilyn Monroe
Jennifer Aniston
and George Bush
Nicole Richie
And UN's
The General Secretary of UN has also been it
Right now, there are 2 123 056 blondes in Sweden
Right now, there are 2 213 572 blondes in Sweden
Right now, there are 1 987 322 blondes in Sweden
And so your wait is over. I understand that you are sitting there as you would be sitting on nails, waiting to ask your
questions. And like all great artists, I am ready for all the questions. So if you would like to ask the first question. Go
ahead! Ok, I'm ready.
When did you become a blonde? --- I was born blonde.
How did you realize that you were blonde? --- It said in my passport. Actually it still says so in my passport, although I
have to work for it these days.
Were there any other blondes in your vincinity when you realized that you were blonde? No, or yes.
Are there other blondes in your vincinity now?
Do blondes compete with each other? You know, I had to choose either clever or good-looking, other than that I don't
know what happened. I chose clever.
Do blondes have more fun? --- That was a fun question.
Do you think I would get more sex if I went blonde? --- Thank you for your participation!
“The best way to deal with a psychological complex
is working on liking yourself.
Here are a few examples of situations
that may be familiar to you.
Imagine this.
It's the first day of your first year in college
and your standing in front of the mirror, fixing yourself.
Your hair is blow-dried, mascara and lip-gloss is in place
and you're wearing your new blouse,
your favorite jeans
and a pair of cute ballerina-shoes.
You feel simply super-beautiful
and ready to meet your new classmates in your new school.
You're a little early,
as usual,
But at least there's a few others in the classroom as you enter.
You look around,
smile
and say hello a little timidly
and sit down by a desk in the middle,
not too far in the front and not too far in the back.
Although it feels silly to think it,
still you sit there and think about
how you are the most beautiful of them who are present,
no competition here,
wonderful
You feel some kind of internal joy
and self-confidence streaming through your body
and you stretch yourself
and begin to talk a little with the ones sitting close-by.
The teacher enters and wants you to present yourselves to each other,
loudly you exclaim that you can begin and deliver a broad smile over the classroom.
But just then, the door opens and a
super-good-looking girl glides in,
making her excuses so that everyone can hear her, throwing her hair to the side and shouting
'hello everyone'
All of a sudden you feel how your whole being collapses
And that stream of joy and confidence that made you shine like a star in the classroom
is blown away.
For the rest of the class you sit quietly looking at that girl who you think takes so much space.
Women compete with each other – that's how simple it is.
But we have to learn that our self-value doesn't crash simply because other people enter the room.
It's as if there is only a finite amount of good looks and confidence in a room and if an other person takes a few percent,
there's none left for you. As if we had to fight over the fixed amount of assets.
Isn't it strange?”
Isabella Löwengrip – Ego-boost
We didn't finish the question and answer session yet, we have more questions that need to be presented:
Which three words would you use to describe how it feels to be blonde? --- I don't know.
What liberties do other people take (with you) because you're blonde? --Do you think others know that you're a fake blonde? Maybe
Do you think you get to have more sex because you're blonde?
Do you think I would get more sex if I turned blonde? Thank you very much! Your vote is truly valuable.
Right now, there are 865 427 blondes in Sweden.
Right now, there are 549 blondes in Sweden.
Right now, there are 6437 blondes in Sweden.
Right now, there are 2 123 056 blondes in Sweden.
- And now is the time for lighting-effects a´la Tivoli because we're about to start Disco-tune number 2. A little discopreparation and we're ready to go for a ride.
W-wha-wha why?
Why?
W-Why?
Why?
W-Why?
W-Why?
Why?
W-Why?
W-Why?
Why?
W-w-w-w-w-w?
Why don't blondes have doors in their toilets?
- In order to prevent anyone from peeping through the key-hole.
W-w why, why, w-why?
Why did the blonde dance to the stop-light?
- Because she thought it was a disco?
Disco, disco, disco, disco
What did the blonde say when she gave birth?
- I-I really ho-ho hope it's mine.
Why?
W-Why?
W-Why?
Why?
W-Why?
W-Why?
Why are there footprints on the screen?
A blonde tried to take a stroll on the internet, Ohohoh!
D-d-d-do you know how to drown a blonde?
- Glue a mirror in the bottom of the pool.
Wh-wh-wh-wh-what is the similarity, similarity, similarity between a vacuum and a blonde?
- Both make sound when they start sucking.
W-w-w why?
Why?
W-Why?
Why?
W-Why?
W-Why?
Why?
W-Why?
W-Why?
Why?
W-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w?
Verse 3.
How do you break a blonde's nose without touching her?
- Show her a pair of balls under a glass table.
B-b-b balls, balls, balls, balls
What did the blonde say when she woke up under a cow?
- Oh, one at a time, one at a time boys.
W-w-w why?
Why?
W-Why?
Why?
W-why?
W-why?
Why?
W-Why? W-Why?
Why?
W-w-w-w-w-w-w-w?
Thank you! You've been fantastic, as usual. In the next song you may sing along to the chorus so feel free.
Hello!
I am Johanna Skobe. I'm blonde.
You are the audience. You too are blonde. Applause.
I asked Nashim Aghili, the dramatist, to write a text for me that I would use in my performance about being blonde.
Like a play. But it could be anything. However, it became this which I'm doing right now.
But when I asked Nasim, her first reaction was to tell me: “Johanna! I've never been blonde.” And so she considered
turning herself into a blonde and writing about the transformation. The transformation of what goes on around her, that
is. Because she was certain that she would notice the difference that would come from the transformation. And she
asked me, asked others: “Do you think I would have more sex if I turned blonde?”
- Now is the time for the chorus so you may all sing along: Oohh, ooohhh, ooohhhh, ooohhh
- Free headbanging.
Finally she decided not to turn herself into a blonde. She told me it was because she had stumbled upon other interesting
things she could write about. But actually it was because she didn't dare.
She didn't dare change her body in a way that would expose all the privileges she must go without, every single day
because she doesn't have a western body. In other words, she didn't dare turn herself into a blonde, make herself more
western, although everyone would have clearly seen that it's fake. Because even if it's fake, it's blonde. And blonde
means more white. And she's proud of not being more white than she needs to be.
She considered quite thoroughly what it would be like to be blonde in a place where being blonde is the norm. Had she
become blonde in such a place. A place where the majority don't try to be natural blondes but aren't blonde at all. She
wondered what it would be like to be blonde in such a place instead. Since everyone there would know it's fake and
power is not pursued by being blonde. In such a place it might even be fun.
But here she colored herself with the usual fake color. A shade called blueish-black. Oohh, ooh, oohhh, oohhhh
- I think I need a little help here right now. We're about to do a Påa for an article. I need you to start fanning as if we
were out-doors, it's always more dramatic when it storms. All of you with torches can follow me with the light. Ok?
Did you know that you increase your chances of becoming prime-minister by 650% if you become blonde?
Did you know that little old ladies wouldn't come up and shout at you to go back home if you're blonde?
Did you know that by becoming blonde you would have a 4600% bigger chance of being employed at a job interview?
Did you know that you could be thrown in jail for murder and then be released by the court if you're blonde?
Did you know that the police would not stop and search you if you were blonde?
"Blondes have more fun."
But sweetie
"If I want to be a senator, I need to marry a Jackie, not a Marilyn."
Poo-pooo-beee-dooo.
Valerie Solanas calls them Daddy's girls.
They always smell of flowers.
Always so bloody beautiful.
Perfect in the way that daddy likes.
But daddy's not just any daddy.
He's that guy who's always been there but really never been there.
It's the dad who absolutely doesn't think you're sexy but who still looks at you as a potential sex object.
Like you're supposed to be medium-attractive.
Not too much.
Don't be horny.
Only a little, a potential sex-object.
Maybe sexy.
But not really.
And because daddy's girls don't want to have sex with daddy,
since daddy's dad,
then they can't help themselves.
Can't show that they want sex.
Don't be horny!
Don't be sexy!
But still, they are, potentially. Daddy's been looking at them and they've become women. So still, they have to be
attractive. They managed to attract daddy.
But not too much.
Just enough.
Just in a giggly way.
Only in a controlled and contained manner.
And always blonde.
They're always blonde.
Aren't they?
Pleasant, passive, accommodating, cultivated, polite, worthy, subdued, addicted, frightened, soul-less, insecure,
attention-seeking
Daddy's Girls
Who can't cope with the unknown, who want to keep wallowing in the gutters which if nothing else, are familiar, who
want to continue hanging out with the apes.
Daddy's Girls
who only feel safe with
Big Daddy ready to strike,
a big, strong man to lean against with a greasy, hairy face in the White House.
Daddy's Girls
Who on the surface feel comfortable with it, who don't know any other way to “live” and who have reduced their
understanding, their thoughts and their vision to the level of men, who due to their lack of feelings, imagination and
comprehension
are only worth something in a masculine “society”
Freely interpreted from the SCUM Manifesto – Valerie Solanas
- Thank you!
Alright, time for you people again. Who's turn was it? Would you like to?
What liberties do other people take (in relation to you) because you're blonde? --- I know when I'm horny myself.
Do you think others know that you've bleached yourself? I hope they do.
How do you brake a blonde's nose without touching her? --Thank you so much.
Right now, there are 5 672 945 blondes in Sweden.
Are you feeling alright? Water?
With the next song you are welcome to grab each other by the arm or touch the person next to you in some other way
and sway together because now it's time for tonight's power-ballad.
Do you think others know of your fake-blondness?
- I'm not blonde for men to think that I'm attractive or anything. Or for them to think I'm sexy. Like Marilyn-sexy. Dolly
Parton-sexy. I would also never be a natural blonde. As in giving myself highlights or anything. My dark hair-growth is
very important for me. I would never make myself blonde without putting a little dark in. Because the purpouse is to be
fake – wasn't that what you just said – a fake blonde.
(later)
- I began when I was younger, like thirteen-fourteen, I think.
That's when I started getting quite a lot of men running after me. It could happen when I was in the metro, or they
would stop me in town.
Even my friends' fathers actually. And in school. I had big breasts... I think that was it.
But it's impossible to say why stuff like that happens. Sometimes it's just random that the guys in school start running
after you.
Like they wouldn't see other girls' big breasts. I don't know.
But when these things started happening, I started understanding what made them tick. The boys. But also the men.
So I don't know if it was me who started wearing revealing and tight clothes and got reactions because of it or
that I started wearing them because I noticed that they made an impression. I liked people looking at my breasts.
And by that I don't mean that they look at your breasts instead of your eyes – they're fucking losers.
But I also began to wear heavy make-up. Strong colors – as in red lip-stick and stuff.
I mean I still do it. As you can see. And a lot of people wonder why.
But what they don't understand is that I feel more comfortable this way. I tried it out and this is how I like it the best.
Because the most unpleasant times when something like that happens, that I become objectified sexually.
The most unpleasant times are when I haven't made myself up to be “classically sexy” or whatever you like to call it.
If I'm NOT wearing revealing clothes and a man starts staring at me or,
like makes a comment about my melons or something – well, they're not quite that poetic... Anyway when
THAT happens and I'm not prepared, that's when I feel really objectified.
Like a piece of meat.
I'm just walking here without wanting to be seen, just to melt in the crowd and then there's some fucking idiot
checking me out, JUST because I'm a woman.
If I'm playing the game myself I have more control, I've chosen this.
I'm not talking about situations that go too far. When somebody starts touching you up or becomes unpleasant, violent
or rude. In those cases it's not my choice, of course.
I get that. I'm talking about other times.
More mundane. Since it's a part of everyday life.
For me it's never about attracting others.
It's about being prepared.
About clearly seeing the mechanisms of what's happening. Like I'd rather be the whore than the madonna.
Since the Madonna gets the same amount of shit but still has to act content and happy.
I'd rather be an angry whore.
My girlfriend thinks I'm pretty hot when I'm being one.
But there's still a difference between playing with these things, these attributes when I'm an adult. It's not quite the
entire truth that it always feels better to be a well-prepared and angry whore.
Sometimes I too feel like I'd like to have those fucking highlights and just wear a pearl necklace.
Because if there's something being blonde really gives you, it's power.
And I don't just mean power over your sexuality.
But that other kind of power.
The kind of power that gives you the feeling: I live here and I actually do have the power to change my life.
My life and even the lives of others.
Right now, there are 8 835 659 blondes in Sweden.
- Any final questions?
What three words would you use to describe how it feels to be blonde? An unconscious privilege.
What three words would you use to describe the shame about being blonde? Middle-class white heterosexual.
Now we have come to the final song and even here we all can participate. You are and have been a fantastic audience!
The thing is we have many great exports from Sweden – blondness but also the music industry and since the municipal
music-school has had to pull back on so much of its activities and we don't want to loose that heritage, I thought we'd
re-introduce a little of its knowledge so that we don't lose our musical creativity.
- It isn't dangerous since we're all going to participate and it's no worse than being in school.
- Alright, has everyone got an instrument? I'll take the torches.
- You may choose which rhythm you want to beat to: for example 1, 1, 1, 1. Or ta tata tata tata ta. Or 1234, 1234, 1234.
That's right, you choose. And so I'll conduct you, this means play. This means silence. This means louder and this
means softer. Ok?!
- I'll start the tune from the beginning and then we're off.
And why are there so many blondes in Sweden? Are they born that way?
Was it that they came out screaming like some little platinum-blonde sex-monsters, bank directors or prime-ministers?
NO!
It actually began in the 20's.
Here in Sweden.
Or it began even earlier but you could say it reached it's peak at that time.
The governmental institute for racial-biology. Or like somebody said on the street:
The Race-Biological Institute,
was founded in 1921.
Here. Right here in Sweden.
And it was the first in the world.
Pretty cool, no?
Since Sweden hadn't had that many colonies. And that doesn't mean that Sweden wouldn't have been ridiculously
involved in for instance the trans-Atlantic slave trade. They just did it a little differently so there weren't that many
conquered places with the Swedish flag flying. So anyway the Swedes thought in the early 1900's when national
romanticism was popular and you were supposed to love your nation, your culture. That somebody wrote national
hymns and praised the meadows and the cow-shit. When it was popular and and there was like a crazy need to be good
and the best. So there were just a couple of guys who started wondering HOW they could hang out with the really cool
white dudes.
“We too want to be in the history books...” they thought.
And that's when they came up with it.
And they said: “ If we're going to do it, let's bloody well do it properly.”
And so they created an institute where they could come up with tables – because they thought that was fun – and started
measuring skulls and invented made-up truths about people.
And so this started spreading and universities decided that it was a science and these guys became fucking famous.
1921.
But what was it that they invented?
Yes, it was the following.
The truth about how: the lighter you were, the better!
You were like the ultimate human-being if you had blonde hair and fair skin because there wasn't a very big probability
that you would become psychologically ill or poor or morally dubious.
In other words, they made tables and wrote books and studied and measured and discovered that goodness existed in
fair skin, a long cranium and blonde hair. Intelligence. Health.
These amazing individuals who wanted to spread goodness and health discovered that you were the best if you looked
like them.
Believable?
Not quite, you think! But apparently that's what it was because we know what happened after that, don't we?
After that came Hitler, who used this nonsense and killed and killed millions of people.
And in South Africa they kept going with Apartheid until 1994.
And to this day we think it's ok for people on the other side of the planet to die of disease in order for us to be able to
eat bananas or to wear cool clothes.
And just the other week the police found someone without papers in the metro and because they don't think he should
remain in Sweden and he hasn't got blonde hair, then it's ok for the police and the migration-officers to send him back to
a country where he will be tortured. So I mean, someone must have believed that made-up stuff.
Or?
Anyway. Back to Sweden in the 20's and 30's.
It was a time of greatness, of course.
The Nordic race was regarded as the greatest race in the world.
Everybody wanted to be part of the nordic race.
But not everybody was allowed to be. No no no.
Only a few qualified.
These great mock-intelligent scientists came up with the statistic that only 40% of Swedes were these so-called perfect
blondes.
Only 40 percent.
Everyone else was mixed-race.
But there were more people who managed to qualify.
It was bloody good luck that Norway and Denmark existed.
Finland didn't count – they didn't think they were white enough – due to some reason that only those tables could
explain.
So it was like then that it started. That's when the Nordic race became big. 40%.
Before that it was more like people knew that folks in the north were blonde, some of them. In the Roman times it was
like a running gag. Because the fair Germanic people were slaves back then.
But after Sweden's breakthrough as a scientific country, everyone knew that the fair Nordic race was superior. How
cool is that.
It's cool being superior because if you're not superior you can't just walk over to some place you've never been before
and just say: “Hey, now I've come to take this place and call it mine. And you who live here, I thought I'd either kill you
or if you're lucky, enslave you. Huh? What did you say? Why? Because I'm superior. The proper human-being. I cannot
sympathize with you because you're most likely only going to spread psychological diseases, poverty and moral decay.
No, you can't be worth especially much. But don't ask me. The Institute said it. Don't kill the messenger. I just want to
do my duty as a superior human -being and take your belongings. And I shall do that either with war or with money that
I have made from your other belongings, that I stole from you earlier, with war. And then I thought I'd spread the word,
in the papers or on TV and in books that it is I who am superior. For instance it will only be blonde humans that will be
allowed to play good and important people in films and in the theatre. And the money we make with all this, we can
give to white politicians so that they can win all kinds of elections. Or heck, just go into other countries and start
fighting them. Who cares about someone who isn't superior, who isn't a real human-being and who dies for our cause.
After all, our cause is the cause of humanity. So let's smoke them out of their caves.”
That's pretty much what it's like being superior.
40% blonde Swedes back then and today many many more. There has never been as many blondes in Sweden as right
now. Platinum-blonde, strawberry-blonde, ash-blonde, light-blonde, Henna-blonde. And rather a little blonde than not
blonde at all.
- Thank you, all of you!!
- Fantastic.
Recipe number 4:
Hydrogen-peroxide
Ammonium-sulfate
Ammonium
Mix the ingredients until you have a fine powder. Mix with water and apply with a brush.
Don't forget to wear protective gloves. Risk of burn-injuries and asthma.
Enjoy!
Questions Part 4
Are you rather fair-haired or blonde?
When did you become blonde?
How did you discover that you were blonde?
Where there other blondes in your vincinity when you discovered that you were blonde?
Are there other blondes on your vincinity now?
Which three words would you use to describe how it feels to be blonde?
What liberties do other people take (in relation to you) because you're blonde?
Do you think you get more sex because you're blonde?
Do you think others know that your a fake blonde?
How do you think it would feel if you walked out one day and only saw blonde people out on the street?