I'd Like To See Women Get On

Being Blonde Means People Decide On Sight That You Are Much Prettier And Nicer Than You Really Are, Just As Americans Automatically Add 10 Points To Someone's Iq When They Hear An English Accent. Fact.

I Think Everyone Can Recognize The One-upmanship And The Competition That Go On Wherever You Are, Especially Among Groups Where The Women Don't Have To Hold Down Office Jobs And Instead Get In A Total Snit About Who Won The Longest Carrot Contest Or Took First Prize For Summer Chutney In The August Fete.

Being Blonde, For Me, Means Never Having To Say: 'i'll Have The Honey-striped Half-head Of Highlights For £200,' To A Bored Colourist In A Mayfair Salon, Which Is Much More Satisfying, Not To Mention Cheap.

Don't Worry About Never Having Time To Write. Just Write What You Can In The Time You Do Have And Give Yourself A Big Clap On The Back, Followed By A Double Latte And A Blueberry Muffin.

Of Course I'm Naughty. I've Always Had To Compete For Attention, You See.