"Interesting!" I said. "I just hung out with one of New York's Real Housewives, who said she's careful about what she wears because of her blonde hair."
"Definitely. I'm cautious with my makeup, too," Veronica said. "Any lipstick brighter than nude makes me feel like a Barbie who's trying too hard."
What?! As a brunette, I'd never before thought twice about wearing a red lip color. This double standard seemed wildly unfair to the blonde community. Also, having a stricter, smaller gamut of what I could or couldn't wear if I didn't want to get hounded didn't seem "fun" to me.
After demolishing a chicken pesto sandwich (hair color did not affect my appetite), an older man walked by our table and called out to our waiter, "You take care of those two pretty young ladies!" Sure, the same thing could have happened if I was my normal brunette self. Still, it felt like two blonde girls together acted as an intense force that was hard to ignore.