Wednesday, March 08, 2006

When the lede tells you everything you need to know.


And doesn't this just explain a whole lot?

My life as a blonde
By Margaret Wente

I discovered Miss Clairol in the summer of my 14th year. It was the turning point in my desperate quest. My quest was to somehow transform myself from a gawky, mousy, awkward, clunky, painfully shy adolescent from the Prairies into a California surfer girl. And so it was that I became a blonde.

And, intellectually speaking, it's been pretty much blonde ever since.

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