Betty vs. Veronica

I recently got bored and decided to dye my Barbie blonde hair almost jet black. I know most people usually change their colour gradually, but I figured go big or go home. If I was becoming a brunette I was going all the way.


It's only been a week of brunette-dom but I have already noticed a few things about being a Betty (blonde) versus a Veronica (brunette). If you didn't read Archie comics as a kid, sorry for the analogy, but I believe all females can be divided into either a B or a V.

Betty Me
-Guys noticed me... ALWAYS. Something about blonde makes guys turn their heads. Even if they don't want to, blonde is like kryptonite for men. They need to look. They have no choice.
-Girls gave me A LOT of dirty looks. And strangely enough I now find brunette me giving other blondes dirty looks. Maybe were just angry that they are getting all the male attention.
-No one took me seriously. EVER. As a blonde I always had to prove my smarts. Stupid until proven otherwise.
-I acted more.... innocent. Not that I was pretending to be something I was not, but I found that the cute, coy version of me tended to emerge without me wanting it to.


Veronica Me
-Guys rarely notice me. I blend in amongst a sea of other brunettes. I'm finding myself wearing a lot of bright colours in order to try to stand out. If you see a girl plastered in pink sequence and sparkle you may have just found me.
-Girls tend to be taking more of a liking to me. I'm no longer the platinum princess ready to steal the men away. I'm just another brunette.
-People take me way more seriously. I look serious. I look business. I look BAD ASS.
-People treating me more bad ass is affecting my personality. Whether concious or subconcious I have been transforming into a bolder, sexier, dominating vixen version of myself... and I like it. Innocent is a thing of the past.


So basically the pros and cons of being a Betty seem to match those of being a Veronica. With one very important exception. I was getting onto a city bus the other day when I realized I was standing right next to a date-gone-wrong from last year. I'm not joking, he was only a few steps away. But he looked me right in the eye, and without a glint of recognition, he walked on by. I realized that because I was a blonde for so many years, my new 'do is proving to be a disguise for all my ex-lovers.


So after much consideration about changing my hair back, I have decided that I will stay as Veronica a little longer. I can now confidently walk down the streets without any worry of an awkward run-in with an ex. So all the single Betty's out there, watch out. Cause Veronica is here to stay.

Foul Ball

So after another round of particularly disappointing dates, with particularly disappointing men, I thought I would rant in a different way today. Brace yourselves... it's a poem.

"Foul Ball"


Ninety-nine dates
And you'd think that I'd learn
Guys don't want you passive,
But don't want you stern.


No all that they want
Is a piece of eye candy,
Who can also tell jokes
And with a hammer be handy.


But even those things
Won't please every man -
In bed they want to hold you down,
But in public they won't hold your hand.


I've tried distant but in an instant
They decide I'm a bitch.
I've tried open and being hopin'
They won't decide I've got a glitch.


Cause a man only wants
What a man cannot have,
All the men always crave
A girl who's treating them bad.


So I'm done with this game
And I'm throwing in the towel.
Cause this thing we call 'dating'
Is a game that's just foul.


----------------------------------


I think this whole dating process has started making me a tad jaded, no?


Next post back to prose. Promise!