
It's not just a vacation spot, it's a metaphor
If you ask me to describe my hair color, I usually say something about it being sewer-rat brown. And like most girls sporting naturally light-brown hair, I have a) spent a lot of money and time trying to change its color b) have noticed my hair has gotten considerably darker as I have aged and c) have inexplicably heard a bunch of blond jokes that I think were supposed to refer to me, and all I could think was, “Dude, are you color blind? So not blond here.”
But a few weeks ago while doing an education event for Herbalogic, I just smiled sweetly, at the guy who wanted to share his full library of blonde-jokes with me. To my shock and amazement, he told me one that I hadn’t heard before. It went something like this:
Two blondes were sitting on their back-porch in Austin looking up at the full moon. One said, “Ah, look at how beautiful the moon is.” The other blonde said, “Yeah. I wonder which is closer- the moon or Florida?” After some consideration, the first blonde replied with an air of authority, “The moon.” Surprised at her friend’s self-assuredness, the second blonde asked, “How do you know?” Her friend answered with the supreme confidence that comes with rock-solid logic, “Well we can see the moon. We can’t see Florida, can we?”
OK, it’s not particularly funny. But this joke got me to thinking (more…)
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