I know you've been waiting for me to chime in on the Charlotte Feeney of Connecticut case, since I'm a vocal supporter of blonde-bashing. (except Lyndsey Thompson, whom I love dearly).
Charlotte, let's call her Muffy because I just think that's what her real name is, sued L'Oreal in 2005 because they (in a like, huge conspiracy or something) slipped a bottle of brunette dye into her blond box. Then, when touching up her roots (allegedly) right before her B.F.F.s debutante gala (allegedly) she rinsed, and came up brown. Suicide attempts ensued (allegedly).
Muffy claimed in some court or another that her life was so ruined, her emotional makeup so damaged, that she not only needed antidepressents, but to (gasp) WEAR HATS for weeks after the mishap. Not only that, but she will "never be able to return to her natural blonde shade."
Some might argue that while blondes have more fun running around not being able to read, predicting the weather that's already happening, etc. Brunette just looks better. On pretty much everyone.
But what I'm hurting MY brain trying to figure out, is why she was taking a bottle to her mane at all if she was so intent on preserving her "natural" hue.
Hm, indeed.
P.S. The judge recognized this case for the load of garbage it is, and dismissed it like Muffy from class when she handed in homework written in glittery Bonne Belle chapstick.
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