We’ve all heard it before. Blondes have more fun. Gentlemen prefer blondes. Blonde is better.
Disney Channel is like a car wreck for me – I can’t seem to look away. One of their newer shows is “Hannah Montana,” which is about a girl who is a plain old teenage girl by day, a superstar singer by night. It’s an age-old premise and not particularly well done here (maybe I’m biased – I just cannot convince myself Billy Ray Cyrus is an Actor and neither is his daughter). Mainly, the whole wear-a-wig-no-one-recognizes-her thing is pretty dang farfetched.
It’s probably incidental and dependent totally on the fact that the actress playing Hannah Montana and her real life persona (Miley somethingorother) is a brunette, but the whole brown, curly-haired girl being the average, ordinary girl next door versus the megastar singing sensation she is when she dons the blonde, straight wig kind of sends the message that to be blonde is glamourous and to be otherwise is to be ordinary and unnoticeable.
Blonde Hannah is wildly popular. Brunette Miley is picked on by the wildly popular girls in school. Blonde Hannah is adored by a guy friend of Miley’s, who, when he finds out Miley IS Hannah, suddenly comes to his senses and loses his crush. Blonde Hannah gets to go to celebrity parties and wear fancy clothes. Brunette Miley dresses like a normal kid.
I know it’s a matter of getting two distinct personalities down. Heck, when Disney has promotions and such, Hannah Montana trots around even though everyone knows the girl singing and dancing is actually Miley Cyrus. It all just rubs me wrong.
Disclaimer: I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with being blonde. There isn’t. The point I’m struggling to make cohesive is that there isn’t anything wrong with NOT being blonde, either.