#ihateblondes

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I know full and well that there is a pipeline of being swooned by Lucas Till in the Hannah Montana movie in 2009 to being a Art Donaldson enjoyer in 2025

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And the blondes win again.

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Un-popular Opinion: I hate blondes.

It’s terribly shitty, but I have to say it. I cannot stand skinny blondes. That’s probably stereotypical, but I can’t help it. It’s the truth. And even though some of my friends may be skinny and/or blonde and I can make allowances for them, it’s the brainless blondes, with the long ass hair, sometimes even with a color streak that BOIL. MY. BLOOD. It’s that girl you see on the beach or walking down the street with the shorts up her ass and her little playboy bunny decal that used negative space to create that little fufu hopping on her hipbone. It’s the ones that have cherries hanging from their belly button ring. Layered hair and highlights, showing off their midsection in their boosted up boobs in sort of corset tops, with their pink sparkled iPhone case. The ones that smack their gum, or wear their bikini tops in public, taking tons of Instagram pictures of themselves bending seductively over in an unnatural fashion. Every time I see a girl like this, I can’t help but think she’s trash.

  I’ve never been one to behave that way. I’m a sexual being, and I’m completely okay with that, but it’s not for every living soul to see. I’ve never been skinny, even with 7 days a week at the gym. So sure, it partially is probably a jealousy problem. I’m not ugly, by any means. I am actually really beautiful. And I do know that, in my own way. But because I am not flat stomached, I loathe these girls. That’s where my power is driven from. Where I get so disgusted with what I see the media portray. That skinny is the only way I’m gonna get a man. And you know what the worst part is? It seems true. If I’m golden brown and blonde, and have this rockin’ body, that I, too, will get the attention I want. You see guys fawning all over it, dreaming about them. Posting pictures of them or saying THIS is sexy. She’s always a blonde, with the perfect rack, maybe some hip piercings even. Her thighs don’t touch and she looks like she’s never worried about a damn thing in her life. And that’s what they want. And I hate it, because it’s everything I’m not.  

  I’d like to think the world is fair, and that one day that guys will snap out of it. That they will all of the sudden see the good in someone versus the lust they see on a bikini bod. That they would actually like someone with a mind and instead of what’s in the sack or on her rack. I can only hope that one day, when they are in their late thirties with their party days behind them, that they will be wrinkled from their tanning, and used up from being the village bicycle, and that it will be a fad of the past. Sure, I could blame everything else, but really it’s just my own prejudice, and I’m ashamed to admit it. 

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