Blonde and Skinny and Fake
I admit that I spend more time than I should thinking about how I look. I don't know about you, but I was indoctrinated at a very early age. Like many newborns, I had blonde hair at birth. That blonde hair usually doesn't last. It didn't last on me. I don't know exactly when it happened, but I remember that my mother poured peroxide over my hair when it started getting dark. Now, my mother was an educated woman; she received her Doctor of Medicine degree from the University of Illinois in 1943. But, even an educated woman apparently wanted her first child to remain a blonde. For years, she went to the drug store to get some Miss Clairol Blonde formula with which to keep me bright and beautiful (in her eyes, anyway). I don't know how she found the time, but it must have been quite the priority for her. This was a woman with a medical practice in our home who was very often called away to deliver babies. Looking back, I am amazed at all that she did. For