For those of you who have questioned the power of my hair over the fate of Tom DeLay, here’s the Paper of Record explaining the Uberpowers of the New York Blonde:
In a city that thrives on symbols, there is another reason so many women are willing to be a captive to their colorist: dazzling blond hair, associated with gold, rarity and status, is a symbol of power. “The New York Blonde embodies a lot of the values of our materialistic society,” said Ms. Ilyin, the (naturally blond) social critic, a former New Yorker, who lives near Seattle. “She is thinner, blonder, richer than the rest of us, and she has better shoes.
The hair envy has become manageable, but did she have to mention the shoes? The Times pulls no punches. I guess I can’t go home again.
But that kind of power, well, who wouldn’t want it, even if it means giving up my super-short, single-process, keep-it-dirty do? My pledge: If growing out my hair, flying monthly to New York, and offering my head to the High Priestesses of Highlights will make Dick Cheney die, I’m in.
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