Hathur wrote...
JeffZero wrote...
I have a few contributions of the utmost importance.
1.) Cheez isn't fat.
2.) That jock strap is ridiculous.
3.) I climbed like fifty flights of stairs today. I humbly request we don't discuss stairs for the remainder of the evening. On the topic of fitness, I can definitely say that my legs are well-sculpted but my willpower is firmly crushed. Crushed, I tell you. The stairs, they stare at me. Ow.
4.) That jock strap is terrible. What the hell.
5.) I used to be part of the community. Now I'm just blond.
6.) WTF. Jock strap.
Hey don't you go trying to pin that one on me
... I was just lamenting as a fellow blonde the reality of the HORRIBLE, inexcusible discrimninations we blondes have to face, day in, day out....
Just thinking about the hardships of knowing that at any moment I could hear another "How many blondes does it take to screw in a light bulb?" crack at any moment.... it's... it's... frankly I don't know how I get the will to get myself out of bed some days.
CRUEL WORLD! ..... Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio.
....... what? 
Yeah, heh, as a guy with blond hair it's definitely a lot easier for me. I think if anyone pops a blond joke on me I don't even realize it because I just assume it's aimed at a woman since 'that's just what people do'. It's like... ignorance is bliss. I guess I get away pretty scot-free in that regard.
But then again, I have that one shade of blond, that darker, deeper shade, that has the most profoundly insulting official term for any natural hair color ever -- dirty. Dirty blond. Or we can go with its alternative, dishwater blond. Boy, this just keeps getting better and better.
Dirty dishwater blond hair. It's like... "oh, Jeff, your hair is filthy like dishwater that needs to be changed because it's so dirty since it soaked up all the grime from the dishes in that sink of yours, ick." No, that's not what my hair looks like at all, dammit! It doesn't look dirty because it isn't dirty! It doesn't look like dishwater because
I don't dunk my hair in dishwater because I'm not a crazy person! But if I tell people, 'I like to call it dark blond' they go 'oh, but that's not what it's actually called, Jeff; it's called dirty blond, you know? Like dishwater blond.'
So no, maybe I don't have it any easier. Maybe I'm forced to live a life of dirty, dishwatery solitude where there is a subconscious (and often conscious!) connotation between my folicles and an OSHA-failing restaurant! Woe is me! Woe is me!
/clears throat
Or maybe I'm just overreacting. I think I'm just overreacting.
On-topic, uh, yeah, jockstrap, not going away. Scarin' me.