Notable Blonde Story of the Day:

City: New York, NY

Date: February 29th-March 1st

Day 1: My first evening of being a blonde. I had to take my new hair out for a “test spin.” I went from the salon straight to the Monkey Bar. It was happy hour and filled with yuppies. I pretended that I was waiting for a friend to meet me because, candidly, I felt like a hooker sitting by myself at a bar (especially as a blonde) I met two gentlemen immediately. They commented on my hair (what a shock) They later told me that they talked to me because of my hair. (Can you believe it?) I had to leave after a 30 minutes. First of all, I was scared. Second of all, I figured they would have discovered that my friend wasn’t coming and that I was indeed at a blonde alone at a bar. When I put on my camel hair coat to leave. They actually said that I was dressed too classy for a blonde. Later tonight, I met my friend John for dinner. He and I have been dating sort of. He would not stop kissing me during dinner. Holding my face, stroking my new blonde locks. Was he drawn in by my new hair or just felt like he was out with someone new without having to get to know someone new. Hmmmm.

Day 2: AM “Oh My God” I woke up and I was blonde. Who replaced my head with Barbie’s while I was sleeping. Where is Debbie and what have you done with her?!?!!? I usually drink my coffee in my apt but felt compelled to be out and about today. Guess what happened….nothing. Well the waitress was nasty to me. Was that because she was jealous of my blonde hair? Or did she just hate her job. I think it was the later. After all she was Asian. If anyone should have been jealous of a look, it should have been me. I wish I was made in Japan. I am still feeling very self-conscious. I went out to dinner by myself. I went for sushi. No one treated me differently.

City: Myrtle Beach, SC

Date: March 2nd-4th

Day 3: I am in Myrtle Beach and amongst many other blondes. Hoping my new blonde hair doesn't make me so inclined to get into the world of the strippers. A world that so many neophyte blondes have fallen into in Myrtle Beach. Luckily I have age, wisdom and cellulite to keep me from such folly.

Day 4 and 5: Went to a bar/restaurant after the show to get something to eat. I blonde bonded with two women at the bar. I studied their behavior, as clearly, they were pros (at being blonde, that is) A guy they knew bought them drinks. They yelled at him for not offering to refill mine. Last week I would have attributed this absence of drink offer to my brunette hair. Tonight, I am going to blame it on the comparatively small size of my breasts to the company I was keeping. In a town where blondes are a dime a dozen, there are more factors now involved. After a few minutes and a couple of cocktails, my new friends confessed that they were in fact not "real" blondes either. I went with them to another bar where they introduced me to their hairdresser. She was a beautiful petite brunette who basically told me that she had made more blondes than the LA Lakers. She advised that if I really wanted to be treated differently, GO REDHEAD!! Maybe next month and a whole new website.

Day 6: How strange. After the show there was a birthday party for the owner of the club. People were taking pics and stuff. Some drunk said, “I want to take a picture with the hot blonde.” I kept looking around. I had no idea that he was talking about me!!!!

City: New York, NY

Date: March 5th-March 15th

Day 7: I am back in New york. The man I have been dating, really likes my new hair…..A LOT. Is it because I am a blonde or because he gets to sleep with a pale haired woman without having to work through the usual 4-6 dates to get there (not sure what the blonde standard is, that is mine....oops maybe I have shared too much). How convenient, sex with a blonde without any additional investment of time or dinners. Oh great, now I am jealous of myself. Can’t wait for therapy next week.

Day 8: I did extra work today for "Law & Order." I still feel fake. The AD said, "Have the blonde come to this side of the street." I didn’t realize she was talking about me. I am so confused.

Day 9: It has been a week and I am still not at one with my blondeness. I believe that I still have the soul of a brunette and therefore am carrying myself with the same brunette confidence (or lack there of). I am still saying excuse me and pardon me with my eyes. I had a drink with a guy that I had a fling with a couple of years ago. We are friends now. Shit, I still acted like a brunette. Apologized for things that happened years ago that weren’t my fault (it was the tequila’s fault), paid for my own drink before he arrived. If I was a real blonde I would have had dinner before he got there and said, “Its on you? Thanks babe. Good to see you again, Whatever!!” After drinks, I went to the comedy clubs. Lucien noticed my hair and said he thought it was very nice but he already has a brunette who’s hair is blonde for a month, on his roster.

Day 10: I went to meet a friend at a bar tonight. I was talking with my friend (a beautiful redhead) and her friend (a blonde). We went to leave and a group of guys stopped us. I didn’t realize until my redheaded friend pointed it out. They talked to me and the blonde and didn’t talk to the redhead. Was it because we were blondes? Was it because we looked like easier targets? Did we just look drunker than the redhead?

Day 11: I was out at the comedy clubs tonight. One comic actually asked me if I dyed everything? I am assuming he meant my eyebrows. I am noticing that some of the men I knew as a brunette think it is appropriate to say that NOW they would sleep with me. I am not sure if I should take that as a compliment or as insult. Do I look good now or like an easy ticket now? Was I “undoable” with brown hair, or look just to smart to listen to such comments? I am not sure as this point in my career as a blonde. I will keep you posted.

Day 12: today I discovered one of the major disadvantages of being a blonde. OH MY GOD, I WOKE UP WITH ROOTS. I made an appointment with Roberto immediately!!

Day 13: I ran into someone on the subway that I haven't seen in over a year. I sat down next to him and said hi. It took him a minute and then he said, "OH, I thought a hot blonde was hitting on me, its just you!!" I think I am discovering the problem. Blonde or brunette, I am still me!! I better figure out how to change that.

Day 14: Tonight I dressed like a blonde (well, my version of what I think that should be). Wow, a very different response. Would I have gotten the same reaction if I was wearing leather pants, heeled boots and a fitted top if I was still brunette? Guess what I have worn the same thing as a brunette…..Nothing!! I am dying to run into old boyfriends but feel wrong stalking them. Realistically, what am I going to do run around dressed like a tart to every old haunt that I met a past date? Not a bad idea but, that seems drastic and a bit scary. I need a new plan. Perhaps trying to meet new people as a blonde would be a healthier attitude.

Day 15: Got my roots done this morning, Thank goodness. The thing about this blonde hair. You go from looking like a "saucy blonde" to a "crack whore" in about three weeks if you don't keep up the root maintenance. .

I met a friend for dinner. I left dinner and was walking up 23rd street on my way home. Two gentlemen were walking along side me and we began to talk. They asked me to go with them (in their car) to a bar at the upper west side. I told them that my plans for the evening did not include ending up in a shallow grave but thanks for the invitation to get into the car of a stranger. I suggested they go over to the Chelsea Hotel Bar “Serena.” They told me that they tried to get in there. They were told there was a “private party” going on and were denied entry. They said, “maybe you can get us in because you are a blonde.” We walked a few feet to the bar, the doorman said to them “You guys are back? Are you with her? OK, go in.” I was amazed. I have stood outside of those velvet ropes as a brunette and was told about the infamous private party that really didn’t exist. This was my first time attempting to go to the land of “the painfully hip” as a blonde and I cut through the system like a knife through butter. Wow!!

City: Las Vegas, Nevada

Date: March 16th-20th

Day 16: I am off to Las Vegas today. Viva La Blonde in Viva Las Vegas. I will keep you posted.

Day 17-20:So sorry that I have not updated. I have been in Vegas and out of reach of a computer. Well, lets just say it was easier to reach a blackjack table then a computer and I found that blonde or brunette, I still am a compulsive gambler. My observations were interesting in “Sin City.” I went to Vegas with my sister whom I have traveled with many times as a brunette. She was really paying attention to see if there were differences. My sister commented that I was getting “check out” much more than in any of our previous trips to Vegas. The whole thing fascinated her. I won’t mention that I was getting “checked out” by very undesirable men because I am not sure that should be part of the study. I had another noteworthy experience. A man sat next to me at the blackjack table (where else) one afternoon (yes I said one afternoon, you can gamble during the day and it doesn’t mean that you have a problem per say) The man was bald, fat and getting married in the morning. He asked me to rub his leg for luck and that was the most benign thing he said during the hour he sat next to me (I couldn’t leave, I was winning at blackjack). He commented on my lack of intelligence before I uttered even one word. He kept calling me “Blondie.” I don’t remember ever being spoken to that way as a brunette (then again why would anyone call me “Blondie” if I were a brunette). Don’t get me wrong. Men before have insulted me but they at least have allowed me to speak before evaluating my IQ and beginning to spar. At one point when he saw the disgust in my eyes he said, “You are just upset because I speak with frankness and honesty.” I told him it sounded more like misogyny and ignorance. He left the table to look up the word misogyny in the dictionary.

City: New York, NY

Date: March 21st-April 3rd

Day 21: I needed some blonde consultation. I had drinks after my show with a friend who has been a natural blonde for as long as I have known her. She asked me a very poignant question. This was right after we spoke to the gorgeous bartender for a bit and then warded off the guy from Syracuse in the short sleeve dress shirt who left his dinner companions to come over and comment on my friends choker necklace. She asked me, “Are men treating you differently?” I replied, “Oh yes, they are treating me like a stupid chic with a casual moral structure.” She explained that this is how men have treated her through out her entire adult life. Interesting yet frightening.

Day 22: I am becoming the bud of Blonde Jokes. Slips in language or action that I made as a brunette were always glazed over. As a blonde there seems to be a beacon over every and any unintentional act of foolishness that I commit. “Oh Debbie, you certainly became a moron when your hair went blonde.” Untrue!! Perhaps I was always a moron and no one was so eager to point it during my many years as a brown haired girl.

Day 23: I went to a party tonight with many people I knew as a brunette. The comments were oddly the same. “It looks good but, you need to flip it more if you really want to be a blonde.” It was as if they were saying…….”You’re not from here, are you?” (The world of blondes)

Day 24: I have made a realization. I can’t give this website to men that I meet and have interest in. I didn’t think about it at the time and am just looking for more people to visit the site, give me their comments and get involved in my journey. Hey, I used to always invite men I met to my comedy shows. The difference here is that they are learning too much about me and don’t call. Face it, the honesty of this site does not shed the best light on me. Read this and one has covered the first four to seven dates. No mystery, no interest. The other risk is the possibility of showing up on the site. Who wants a recount of their date put up on a blonde website with thoughts, insights and a place for outside comments? It is like having Chuck Willoury out with you!! I am going to use this as an excuse for why I am not dating more as a blonde. Hey, it works for me.

Day 25: I ran into a woman that I knew as a brunette. She said, “Nice color, what number did you use?” I told her, my credit card number!!!!

Day 26: I had my first audition as a blonde. It was an audition for NYU for their advanced director’s class. I have done these before. A group of 10-15 members of the class watch you perform a monologue and then decide if you are appropriate for any of their projects. I have never before gotten a call after this process. This time I got 3 calls from 3 different directors. If I book more as a blonde, I may stay blonde. Hell if I thought I would book more as a bald woman I would shave my head. Then again shaving my head would be more risky than coloring my hair. After all, I don’t know what is going on under there! My luck I would shave my head and find out that this is another place I carry cellulite!!!!

Day 27: Ok, back to stories about men. I went to meet a friend of mine at a bar after a show the other night. I wasn’t sure if she was going to be there or not, we had a pretty tentative plan. OK, that is not the point of the story. My point is that she didn’t make it so, I was there by myself for a few minutes. A very nice gentleman started a conversation with me. We began to discuss the stock market and he was absolutely shocked that I had any understanding what so ever of stocks and current events. Conversations I have with men in social settings rarely involved shoes, the weather or trivial nonsense. If anything, I have always had a problem with people telling me too much and having too deep of a conversation upon a first meeting. As a brunette, men were prepared to have a fairly intelligent conversation with me. As a blonde, men are stunned that I am not a moron. I know many, many intelligent blonde women. Why is the male expectation that blonde equals dull-witted? How did this happen? What was the original source? Who was ground zero of the dumb blonde? Was it Elle-May Clampet of the Beverly Hill Billies? Lets face it, Jethro was no brain surgeon and he was a dark haired man. Was it Marilyn Monroe, Jean Harlow, Vanilla Ice??? Whatever the reason, whomever the origin……..It is wrong.

Days 28-30: After one month I have made many observations. One is that a month is not enough. It took me three weeks just to get used to myself. I took headshots today as a blonde and plan to record professional changes. Will I get more auditions, more interest, more work? The fact that my first audition as a blonde was successful is spurring me onward to test this a bit further.

Day 31:Good thing I got new headshots. I went to an open call for extra work on a movie today. They sat us down in groups of 6, collected our headshots in a pile, looked at us and we left. As I was leaving, I turned to the table of casting directors, grabbed what I thought was my headshot out of the pile and babbled, “OH, I should tell you, my headshot isn’t accurate as you can see. I am a blonde now and look different then I do in my headshots. I got new headshots and don’t have them yet. Should I make a note on this or something?” They all just stared at me. I then looked at the headshot I was holding up and realized it was the headshot of an African American Man who was in my group.

Day 32: I had an unlikely scene to perform in acting class this week. My teacher gave me a soap scene where I was supposed to be a 21-year-old model trying to seduce my photographer. OK STOP LAUGHING!!! I too questioned my teacher’s choice of scenes for me. He said, “Focus on the seduction. You don’t have to be 21 Debbie. You can be an older model like, Lauren Hutton ” OH GREAT, What is she like 60 years old now!!! I chose to play somewhere in between young waif and geriatric. Meanwhile, this was not even the largest challenge for me. If you know me, you know that I have never been “the seductress” in real life. What do I draw on to create this character for my scene? Well, I don’t know what I did, but apparently, I did it correctly. My teacher said to me, “Debbie, whatever choices you made to get you into this character, you executed it much better than you or I expected” He didn’t know that my choice was to be blonde. I am telling you, I couldn’t have done it as a brunette. I believe I am being possessed!!!!!!!!!!!

Day 33:I am off to Chicago tomorrow to work at Zanie’s. This is the club that I grew up watching comedy. I am really excited to work there. This is also the first time that my friends from home will see me blonde. All of my girlfriends from high school are coming to see my show on Tuesday night. I am not sure if I am more nervous for them to see my act or my hair.

City: Chicgo, IL

Date: April 5th-10th

Day 34-39:Chicago was an interesting experience for the blonde. The shows were great and the club was so much fun to work at. Every night someone I grew up with was in the audience. The bartender kept saying: “Who is coming tomorrow, your fourth grade gym teacher?” It seemed to be a universal consensus that my old friends like me as brunette. It was subtle but I could tell what they were thinking. Comments like, “So, your hair is an interesting change” (Interesting always means bad, in case you didn’t know) I got a different reaction from people I had never met before. The comics I worked with told me that I looked like a real blonde and that it was probably better for me commercially. I had a long conversation about the project with the special guest headliner over the weekend. I was telling him that men are treating me differently now and he relayed a story about a friend of his who got breast implants and had them removed because men were treating her so sexually. I explained that I thought this was different. Hair is not as much of a sexual thing as breasts besides, you don’t have to get the roots of your breasts filled in every three weeks.

City: New York, NY

Date: April 5th-12th

Day 40:OK, I’ve caved. I got new headshots taken as a blonde and am going to keep myself this way for another couple of months. I want to audition more this way and see if it makes a difference. Plus, I am kind of starting to like it!!!!

I have decided that I have two more experiments to conduct as a blonde. One is professional and the other I will disclose once the study is completed. Revealing the intended study now could taint my control group. (I am very strict about the scientific method) I will send out new blonde headshots next week to all of the agents I have and have not been working with over the last year. I want to see if I get sent out more and book more as a blonde. God, I hope so. I need funding to continue my experiments and continue root management. This blonde thing is expensive!!!!!!!!

City: North Haven-Hartford, CT

Date: April 13th-15th

Day 41-43: For the first time in 9 years, an audience member tried to hit on me after a gig. Candidly, for a male comic the stage is like being in their very own lion’s den. Women in the audience are attracted to the power of the microphone (and maybe the phallic implications of the microphone) plus, the command of the audience and the wit and humor being essentially showcased for their libidos. When a woman is on stage it is like “guy repellent” Men are afraid that a woman is actually on a stage without tassels on her tits. I know it sounds very negative but I have found this to be the case. In North Haven, CT on Thursday night, a man sat with me before I got on stage and kindly told me all about his wife and child. He said to me, “This is a rough crowd, I am going to be at the bar and make sure no one gives you any trouble.” He seemed like a kind, intelligent gentleman. I was on stage for 11 minutes of my 30 when this same “gentleman” began to scream, “Show me your crotch” Thank goodness the rest of the crowd wanted to hear what I had to say or the results of his outburst could have been rather debilitating. My point is that I have never had an audience member actually make contact in a flirtatious way after I do a show until this week. Oh, it was not the “show me your crotch” guy. It was a man in Hartford who was sitting at the bar during my set and approached me after I got off stage. He was polite and seemed to be a nice, normal guy. I don’t know if he approached me because of my blondeness or other factors. I will never know because……I ditched him. I mean really, what kind of "normal" guy would try to hit on a female comic after he has watched her act?...........Then I wonder why I am single?????

City: New York-New York

Date: April 2001

One Year: It has been a year and one month since I went blonde. I have made some staggering observations during this past year about the world, the effects that appearance has on the way we are treated and most importantly about myself. The last experiment that I performed during my blonde studies was to put up two profiles on a dating service on the internet. The information, essays, likes/dislikes and all of the other information that one discloses when they are trying to "hook up" on line were identical. The only differences were the pics I posted (one blonde/one brunette) and the names. The brunette photo was under "Debbie" the blonde photo under "Beth" (my middle name). The purpose of this experiment was to see if the changes in my life were purely physical or if the changes were inspired by differences in my behavior based on my new look. I would like to say that the responses were equal. I'd like to say that all things equal, the same number of men were interested in this woman as a blonde or a brunette. Unfortuneately, I can't say that!!! The brunette picture got around 25 responses. All from men in their 40's and 50's and sometimes 60's telling me that I sounded like a nice, intelligent girl who they would like to meet. The blonde photo listed under "Beth" recieved over 200 responses. The demographic of the men was also quite different. I was contacted by men from ages 22 to 45. The approaches were different as well. None of these men seemed to care if I was a "nice girl." They commented on my picture and that they thought I was "hot." The 22 year old wanted to know if I was intersted in a physical relationship with a younger man. In a couple of cases, men that I had tried to contact with my brunette profile who had rejected me, actually contacted me as a blonde. In addition, there were changes for me professionally. I was signed by a managaer, I booked another commercial after the strike was over and got double the percentage of call backs on auditions. I had a meeting with a studio that involved a brunette, a redhead and a blonde. Don't think I would have been in there without my contrasting locks. The most suprising reaction after all of this, was my own. The brunette in me was upset, angered and horrified. The blonde said, "what the fuck," I was only sorry that I had wasted so much time as a brunette!!!! Had I done this in my 20's, my entire life may be different! The bottom line. My hairdresser was right, I have caved. I am never going back.

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