Escribo en condición de Habitante de Bilbao, tambien conocido como "Nuevo Plutón" por la falta de luz solar... Que sepas que aqui lo mas parecido que tenemos al sol son las bombillas de bajo consumo, así que no te quejes.
Cuantas veces me habre planteado hacer la maleta e irme a Canarias...
B@x, quejarme no me quejo, pero desde que dejé "Nuevo Plutón" para venir a "Mundosol" todos mis días han sido soleados, hasta este invierno ;) musuak ;)
From The Times (7/3/2010) ...All the associations for blonde were good. Who doesn’t like a blonde? The Blonde was fun, the Blonde liked to eat out. Blondes wore high heels and had dirty laughs. The Blonde didn’t need to breathe in when the waiter put the napkin on her lap. Blondes are witty and intense. Quick to take offence. Quick to make up. Blondes have opinions and swear, and get jokes. Blondes flirt with their mouths full. And, most important, a blonde is anyone’s... Everybody has a mental picture of a blonde. Blonde is the most culturally loaded human characteristic that’s not covered by underwear; blondes come with more assumptions than a convocation of bishops... When are Blondes ever happily ever after? The editor of Style banned her. Said that “Blonde” was innately sexist and degrading. A male invention, a paternalistic and patronising stereotype. The editor was really, really blonde. I pointed out that all generic nicknames are, by their nature, patronising. And anyway, blonde jokes were only ever told by brunettes. And there weren’t any brunette jokes because they wouldn’t be funny. And who’d be interested anyway? So the Blonde was allowed back, on the understanding that she would never be a dumb blonde. And she never has been.
This season, blonde is the colour of money, the colour of the catwalk. Fashion has come over all pale and interesting. Nordic light. Look at the glossy ads for handbags and scent. Look at the mannequins in the window. Blonde is the look that’s selling the expensive stuff — it’s the look you’re buying. All the associations and assumptions that subconsciously drag you to the till are blonde. But here’s the thing: the percentage of blondes in the world is a mere 1.8. No, really. And the percentage of women in Europe who dye their hair is more than 60. Of the ones who aren’t covering up grey, most of them are going blonde. In endless tests and studies, it has been shown that blonde really does make you feel better, more confident, happier. And it doesn’t seem to matter if it’s not natural. You can be a phoney blonde. Indeed, blondes aren’t born happier than everyone else — look at Sweden. Blonde isn’t a hair colour, it’s a social, cultural, psychological and aesthetic choice.
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esa vista me suena....
:-)
Entonces no eres tan "Anonymous"? XD XD XD
pronto visualizaré esa imagen en directo XDDD
besitos
bea
jajaja monica soy yo que no se porque no se publico mi nombre...
anita
Escribo en condición de Habitante de Bilbao, tambien conocido como "Nuevo Plutón" por la falta de luz solar... Que sepas que aqui lo mas parecido que tenemos al sol son las bombillas de bajo consumo, así que no te quejes.
Cuantas veces me habre planteado hacer la maleta e irme a Canarias...
Un Beso prima
Anita, "no tan anonymous" XDXDD
B@x, quejarme no me quejo, pero desde que dejé "Nuevo Plutón" para venir a "Mundosol" todos mis días han sido soleados, hasta este invierno ;) musuak ;)
Pero hay esta el encanto de Bilbo...
Su
From The Times (7/3/2010)
...All the associations for blonde were good. Who doesn’t like a blonde? The Blonde was fun, the Blonde liked to eat out. Blondes wore high heels and had dirty laughs. The Blonde didn’t need to breathe in when the waiter put the napkin on her lap. Blondes are witty and intense. Quick to take offence. Quick to make up. Blondes have opinions and swear, and get jokes. Blondes flirt with their mouths full. And, most important, a blonde is anyone’s... Everybody has a mental picture of a blonde. Blonde is the most culturally loaded human characteristic that’s not covered by underwear; blondes come with more assumptions than a convocation of bishops... When are Blondes ever happily ever after? The editor of Style banned her. Said that “Blonde” was innately sexist and degrading. A male invention, a paternalistic and patronising stereotype. The editor was really, really blonde. I pointed out that all generic nicknames are, by their nature, patronising. And anyway, blonde jokes were only ever told by brunettes. And there weren’t any brunette jokes because they wouldn’t be funny. And who’d be interested anyway? So the Blonde was allowed back, on the understanding that she would never be a dumb blonde. And she never has been.
This season, blonde is the colour of money, the colour of the catwalk. Fashion has come over all pale and interesting. Nordic light. Look at the glossy ads for handbags and scent. Look at the mannequins in the window. Blonde is the look that’s selling the expensive stuff — it’s the look you’re buying. All the associations and assumptions that subconsciously drag you to the till are blonde. But here’s the thing: the percentage of blondes in the world is a mere 1.8. No, really. And the percentage of women in Europe who dye their hair is more than 60. Of the ones who aren’t covering up grey, most of them are going blonde. In endless tests and studies, it has been shown that blonde really does make you feel better, more confident, happier. And it doesn’t seem to matter if it’s not natural. You can be a phoney blonde. Indeed, blondes aren’t born happier than everyone else — look at Sweden. Blonde isn’t a hair colour, it’s a social, cultural, psychological and aesthetic choice.
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