What is the fascination of which hair colour is the most appealing to the male aesthetic? It has to be the twentieth time I’ve read an article in the paper about this controversial piece of scientific research. And the unanimous decision is that brunettes have the choice pickings for sustained happiness in the marital sphere while Blondes make for excellent ethereal girlfriends, in other words they make for a good shag but not ideal to walk down the isle in holy matrimony with. More to the point, why is it that I find these trivial bits of useless information so entertaining because I keep reading these so called breakthroughs in research, no doubt progressing human evolution into loftier heights with the impact of greater sales in brown hair dye.

Perhaps I find these things intensely interesting because I find myself being attracted to brunettes rather than blondes, which is strange because it has only been recently that brunettes have been more appealing, where as in the past I would’ve called blondes the more sexier breed. I’m getting old and the biological clock is ticking and now I have the scientific understanding of why brunettes are so damn hot.  But if I were to be entirely honest I’m not impartial to some blonde ambition and whether your hair colour is white, red, blue or black I wouldn’t outright refuse a date on such superficial stereotypes of pigmentation. Call me an equal opportunist but I think all hair colours have merit, especially when the lights are low and….well you get the idea.

Anyway I’ve perhaps said all that can be said on hair colour. Oh. Me? Well I used to be blonde but my hair is slowly syncing with my attraction to the dark side. Well my mother has darker hair and I often….well I best leave discussions concerning the Oedipus complex to another time and place, preferably while I lay on a leather couch deep in a droning monologue while a professionally trained psychotherapist doodles in her notepad, bored shitless while looking at the clock, calculating how many more repayments are left on the BMW convertible, while the seconds tick in unison with syllables dribbling from my mouth.

Well being a reformed blonde I can say, without bias, that they have the most fun.