I Like Blondes

January, 1956

I Like Blondesnothing more. It's a weakness with me, I suppose. My friends have their own opinions: some are partial to brunettes or redheads, and I suppose that's all right. I certainly don't criticize them in the least.But blondes are my favorites. Tall ones, short ones, fat ones, thin ones, brilliant ones, dumb ones – all sorts, sizes, shapes and nationalities. Oh, I've heard all the objections: their skin ages faster, they have peculiar personalities, they're giddy and mercenary and conceite...