Do blondes really have more fun In Suzanne Macpherson ' s delightful new novel, one woman is about to find out the truth about life, love, and hair color '
Patricia Stillwell went to sleep a brunette and woke up blonde! That experimental weight ' loss program she went on had an unexpected ' but not completely unwelcome ' side effect. Suddenly, the men are taking notice, Patti ' s taking leave of her senses ' and she ' s having the time of her life!
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August 31, 2006
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Excerpt from Hysterical Blondeness by Suzanne MacPherson
Friendship is constant in all other things
Save in the office and affairs of love.
Patricia Stillwell watched as the curvaceous blonde made her way down the aisle of the company lunchroom. A tiny hot pink handbag dangled from one wrist. It matched the blonde's hot pink lips and her hot pink knit top. The hot pink top brimmed over with a cleavage that seemed almost real. In her slender arms she balanced a salad in a clear plastic box as if it were a gift.
"Look at that. Look how she moves! It's like Jell-O on springs," Pinky McGee hissed across the table to her friend Patricia.
As soon as the woman passed by, Patricia twisted herself backward and watched with fascination as the men in the lunchroom respond in a mass-hysteric Pavlovian response wave.
"Those aren't real." Patricia gave her best friend Pinky a roll-eyed look. "It's silicone on springs, not Jell-O."
As Patricia continued to watch the passing parade, she saw every guy in the cafeteria develop a snap-action Ken doll head as the blonde and beautiful Lizbeth Summers from the lin-gerie department passed by their long tables.
"Unbelievable. You'd think she was a T-bone steak and they were starving dogs," Pinky said. "Look at them drool." Pinky pushed her black-rimmed glasses back up in disdain.
"So what She's a blonde," Patricia said. "She's Marilyn Monroe and we're Jack Lemmon and Tony Curtis. Or in our case, more like Geraldine and Daphne, their female alter egos."
"Just find me Osgood Fielding the Third and you're on." Pinky smirked and batted her eyes.