blonde changes everything.

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My profile photo used to be a rather adorable one with a brachiosaurus and a brunette CJ, and as soon as I changed it to a blonde CJ with sunglasses and a skirt, my inbox blew up with guys commenting about it and going into detail about why Asian girls with blonde hair is the shit. And to answer this guy’s question (although not directly to him since all his photos were him practically naked… my word!):

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Yes, yes I am. The catcalls are more frequent, the compliments are more scandalous, and the guys are more blatant about making it known that they want to do disgusting things to me. There was one guy who called me Marilyn Monroe at the supermarket who added nonchalantly that I should wear her little white dress, and then there was that other guy who said I looked like an import model and I should get breast implants next.

The reason why I went blonde is because I felt like it described my personality better. I’m loud and I don’t mind a lot of attention, but I also consider myself a thoughtful creative who’s colorfully abnormal, like a walking Picasso. And I’m proud to be that, therefore the blonde was more of a profound unveiling. But to these MEN… it’s like I became something fantastical that would fuel their trashy desires even more and it has been quite interesting (and unnerving at times) to observe.

I met up with a friend at a club because this DJ she liked was there, and that was probably the most Amish I ever looked. I had gone straight from work, and I was wearing a long sleeved shirt, a skirt, and leggings. There was no boob or ass action to admire, and I was (and I know this is very hard to believe) sincerely there for the music. One guy came over and murmured into my ear, “Love the hair. You look wild.” His hand was suddenly on the small of my back and I wrestled my way further into the crowd.

Now I’m wondering if I’ve made myself an easier target, and if it’ll just be harder for me to go on dates with guys who want to get to know me, rather than the slutty Asian chick they are concocting in their minds. It would be nice to be able to express myself without being sexually harassed and handled like a sticky, dirty magazine.

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