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I don't like blondies

I'm convinced! I do not like blondes. I didn't like before, and I'm more convinced than ever. It's a serious affirmation. I don't like to see people in colour. A woman cannot be reduced just like that.
I don't like blondes because I don't want to see that in a woman. I like women, I loved amazing women, but not because of their hair colour. They are fantastic because of what they are, what they show or maybe what they do not. Not a colour of the skin or hair. A complete idea of a woman cannot be that simple.
 It is true, I agree that a someone that can commit treason with her hair can betray everything else, but who cares about if they do, who cares about the colour or the shape if there's a fantastic woman in front of me.
I don't like blondies because I don't like the rest of the stereotype. And it works for many people on both sides. Blondies act like blondes, and the rest of the world hopes they act like blondes. There's no surprise in that association, and the rest of the world is lost. It's a loose/loose equation if you don't realise what's behind. 
I like people with astonishing eyes, with radiant smiles, with the best attitude of being just themselves. I love an incredible story more than the high heels, but I have no complaints with short skirts and beautiful legs. I love a challenging life more than looking for perfection. I like reality and dreams, insecurity but cuteness. I like the imperfections that make them perfect. I like them in jeans or shorts, I love them free...

Freedom does not come in colours and neither in a specific way. It's not the hair, it's just I don't like blondes.

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