BLONDES AND BRUNETTES
Characteristics of blondes and brunettes--The _ingenue_ and the
villainess--Which of the two do men like better?--Sauterne and
Burgundy--I like both--All women cannot afford to be blondes--
Blondes with dark eyes--Brunettes with blue eyes.
The ideal beautiful woman of the painters is a blonde.
Eve, Venus, Helen of Troy, all the celebrated beauties of antiquity and
mythology, are invariably represented as blondes.
Only Cleopatra escaped it.
The reason is no doubt that the very colouring of the blonde, her fair
white skin, her light blue or gray eyes, suggest in her the possession,
the embodiment of all that is womanly. The blonde is the woman _par
excellence_.
Some people declare that blondes appeal to the imagination, to the
heart and to the soul, and brunettes to the senses--that the former are
sentimental, sweet, modest, good-tempered, obedient, nay, angelical,
whereas brunettes are strong-minded, assertive, conceited,
quick-tempered, passionate, often revengeful, and sometimes devilish.
I have known brunettes to be perfect angels, and sweet blondes to be
perfect little devils, and so have we all.
However this may be, most women desire to be blondes, and the proof of
it is that, whereas a blonde never dyes her hair black, many brunettes
dye theirs gold, _blond cendre_, light mahogany, and other hues of the
blonde family.
On the stage the ladies of the ballet and the chorus wear blonde wigs,
and the only possible reason to give for this is that managers believe
they will look more attractive to the audience as blondes than as
brunettes.
In the modern melodrama, the _ingenue_ is blonde and the adventuress or
villainess is dark, especially in England and America, where every
member of the caste has to be well labelled from the beginning. If the
villainess were a blonde, the gallery would take her for the heroine,
and things would get terribly mixed. The gallery would no more
understand a blonde villainess than they could take for a villain a man
who did not wear a chimney-top hat and patent leather boots, smoke a
cigarette, squint all the time to the right and to the left, and hiss
like a snake every time he took breath.
Poets are quite as partial as artists to blondes. Alfred de Musset sang
of her who was _blonde comme les bles_. Petrarch's sonnets were
addressed to the blonde and blue-eyed Laura. The ancient Greeks used to
call young blondes 'children of the gods.' For that matter, blondes
especially appeal to the men of the south on account of their rarity.
Large, dreamy blue eyes, fair and soft skin, dainty features, slender
figure, such are the characteristics of the blonde which help to make
her the ideal young girl; but there is another beauty besides that of
the young girl, it is the beauty of the full-grown woman of thirty to
forty, a beauty that you will find oftener in the brunette than in the
blonde, a beauty more piquant, more solid, and more lasting; but I know
brunettes of thirty who are _passees_, and blondes of forty who are
beautiful. You cannot lay down any rule.
Did I hear you ask me which I prefer? How can you ask such a question?
How can any man answer it? Good light sauterne is an exquisite wine;
full-bodied Burgundy is a most excellent beverage.
I like both.
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It is not every woman who can afford to be a blonde. If I were a rich
woman of leisure, I think I would ask to be a blonde. The blonde
requires much more care than the brunette. She has to avoid exposure,
and her beauty will last only as long as her appearance remains
youthful. The brunette does not suffer from exposure; on the contrary,
the sun improves her beauty as it does peaches.
In northern countries you very seldom see a pretty woman among the
working classes; they are faded, wrinkled or freckled, and lack
expression.
In Italy and Spain you see, in the streets, flower-girls and
fruit-sellers who could have given sittings to Raphael and Murillo.
But I will tell you what I like, although you do not ask me, and that
is a blonde with brown eyes or, better still, a fine, tall brunette
with dark-blue eyes and the fine delicate skin of a blonde; and, if you
want to see the latter, go to Ireland, you will find her there in
plenty.