Like many other kids, one of my favorite childhood stories was Snow-White. Perhaps some of it was because my mom always liked to say that when she was pregnant with me she’d wished that she would have a daughter with lips as red as blood and hair as black as ebony, like that famous pale beauty.
Her prayers were answered. The only problem was that I, girl of about 5 or 6, somehow got my hands on a copy of the story that had quite an unusual portrayal of this black haired Snow-White. She was blonde.
From that moment on, and if to admit my superficial nature â€“ to this very day, I’ve hoped I’d had blonde hair (nowadays I just hope I’ll have cute blonde kids). It seems that I share this adherence to the gleaming blondeness with the majority of the Israeli population.
Instead of taking pride in their Middle Eastern beauty, a lot of Israeli women feed their hair with high oxygen percentage and thus maintain their epithet Schehordiniot (black-blondiniot). The men are not different. They themselves would never dream of dying their own hair (they are, after all, Mediterranean machos), but if there was ever anything appealing to them â€“ it would be blonde hair on a girl.
I’m not being an envious criticizing bitch here, believe me. I just find it pretty hilarious that whenever I take a glance at some blonde who walks by, there would also be a man who’d turn all the way round to stare at the unaware lady. What an asset it must be, to be a blonde. If only there were more blonde guys here, too!