Blonder than Blonde

The other day I encountered a Blonde Blonde on the sales floor. I mean, seriously. The woman was so Blonde, it hurt.
The bad thing about stereotypes is that when one actually meets with a stereotypical person it really can become painful. We all make fun of the stereotypicals of one form or another, no matter who we are. One of my most memorable evenings ever started out when a good African-American friend of mine asked me "Why do white people smell so funny?", resulting in an evening of ripping each other's racial stereotypes. The only thing that would have made the evening better would have been to have been drinking at the same time.
So, anyway, this Blonde woman comes walking onto my sales floor and all of a sudden I'm finding it hard to keep a straight face... just having the Blonde jokes flashing through my mind. Shame on me!
I had come to the conclusion some time ago that we all have our Blonde moments.
Something else I've noticed is that more often than not, it's us men who have more Blonde moments than the stereotypical empty-headed female Blonde. One would think that working in the proverbial hardware store on steroids that just the opposite would be the case. Think again. I have spent hours instructing grown men how to calculate area in a room, how to actually swing a hammer or how 1+3 actually equal 4.
I'm starting to think that some men are Blonder than Blonde.
Hate to admit it, but I have those moments, too. The difference with me is that I have those moments (mostly) at home and have the good sense (most of the time) to know when I'm having one of my Blonde moments... like the other day when dinner was held up for half an hour while I was searching for the griddle control which I had hidden right in front of me. Thank goodness for the resident red-head who keeps me in line!
Come to think of it, two of the smartest women I've known are Blondes; One when last seen was attending Harvard, the other is, as I understand it, a University Professor. So much for the stereotype.
Encounters with stereotypical people can be taxing, especially when we let it be so. I'm usually mindful of my own faults and try not to let someone else's confirmation of some joke bother me.
Oh, and the answer is - "It's so the blind can hate us, too!"

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