You know those revelations where you suddenly feel just a little bit superior to everyone else in the world because no one could possibly be half as smart of you?
Or half as dumb?
Well, that's exactly the kind of revelation I had.
It all started when my daughter came home from school in a state of shock. Her Interior Design teacher had asked the only boy in the class what color he feels is most flattering on girls.
"Blond," he said.
"BLOND?" my daughter repeated over and over. "Boys like BLONDS?"
The thought had never occurred to her. Imagine that! Fifteen entire years she's been alive without ever awakening to the reality that boys prefer blonds.
Now I, like every other good little politically correct girl, understand that reality is like beauty, it's in the eye of the beholder--or at least in the eyes of those who behold the beholder--but I figured out that blonds have more fun in 4th grade when, even though I had my mom's Avon lipstick samples, Jeff Mckay chose to play kissing tag with Susan Liechty over me.
So I said to my daughter, "haven't you ever heard that blonds have more fun?"
"Yes," she said, "but I thought it was because they were dumb."
Insert full belly laughter here. (ie: hee hee hee ha ha ha ha ho ho ho hoo hoo ha ha lolololol)
"Let me get this straight," I said, "All these years you thought it was dumb people who had more fun?"
"Well, blonds definitely don't have more fun in Hawaii!" she declared.
She had a point.
And I had a Flash Gordon insight.
When we lived in Hawaii my daughter wished to be Polynesian. Now that we live in Utah she'll wish to be blond.
I need to teach my daughter that race and hair color have nothing to do with happiness.
But IQ does!!!
We may not be blonde or polynesian, but at least we're dumb.
And dumb people have more fun no matter where they live.