There’s plenty of jokes that have been thrown around out there about Blondes and Brunettes, right? We’ve heard them all. It always seems to come down to figuring out who’s having more fun…and, really, who knows the answer but the Blondes or the Brunettes? We all have our pre-conceived notions about assorted characteristics and talents of each side of the house. As far as intelligence goes; the blondes are known for being airheads, while Brunettes are characteristically called smarter and more practical with more complex personalities.
Wait! Stop! Why do we think that we need to classify people based on the color of their hair? That theory, of course, is based on biases and prejudicial ideas. How could the color of one’s hair actually determine their personality??? How about challenging our minds to new ideals and notions? What about wine? Who’s to say that there’s a pre-determined time and place for either white wine or red wine? Why are “THEY” right when they tell us to drink white wines with chicken or fish and dictate that we sip on red wine with steak?
Do you know somebody with Blonde hair? How about a friend that’s a Brunette? Better yet, what about the “unnatural” color that’s paid for? What if we stopped classifying people based on the color of their hair? Or the care that they drive? Or the house that they live in? The same goes for putting ourselves into a box over the wine that we “should” be drinking.
In the same vain that we limit ourselves and our relationships based on our ideals about appearances, we cheat ourselves when it comes to exploring what we put in our glasses. We’ve said it before, and we’ll say it again; get out there and try something new. Get all crazy and open a bottle of Pinot Noir with some grilled fish, or dare yourself to put a glass of Viognier up to your lips when eating a burger. The wine police won’t be busting down your door to tell you that you’re wrong!
Open your mind…open your mouth…let it go and go for it!!! Scared? It’ll be okay, we promise!
Obligatory Blonde joke:
Q – A Blonde and a Brunette both jump off a cliff; who gets to the bottom first?
A – The Brunette, because the Blonde had to stop and ask for directions!
Obligatory Brunette joke:
Q – What’s the Brunette’s mating call?
A – “Has the Blonde left yet?”