I'm going back to brunette soon.
Why? Well, because yesterday I went to new employee training at the zoo, and of the 8 or so Summer Safari Instructors/Captains present, fully 8 or so of us were some shade of blond.
Ha. I typed "bland" first, then corrected it immediately, as I am wont to do, before realizing the hilarity.
Because that's what I mean, I guess. Nothing against blonds; I just don't think I want to be one anymore (right now). I change my hair a lot, and I'd never intended to remain blond forever, but sitting in that conference room amongst piles of tow-headed (I'm certain some were natural blondes; I'm equally certain some were not) ladies, I found that I don't want to be like them anymore. I went blond for fun, not in search of the elusive ideal of blond and blue-eyed, but that doesn't mean the elusive ideal doesn't still exist -- culturally -- and of all my hair experiments, I've most enjoyed, for the longest periods of time, having lustrous, rich brown hair.
Besides, if you think a blue-eyed blond is pretty, you ought to see my blue eyes against a backdrop of the aforementioned lustrous, rich brown hair. BAM.