Blonde/Redhead Jokes

Hair color jokes aren't racist. They deal with the stereotype of blondes being bimbos, which we all know isn't true. I think that it's just that many people think it will help them score if they play up on the the "airhead" dumb blonde routine. Actually, I find it a turn off. I find the blond jokes rather pedantic, myself.

I'm in the blond/redhead range, and I don't find such jokes particularly offensive. Of course, most of the "ditzy blond" jokes seem to be directed solely at women, so I don't feel like I personally am being smeared by them. ;) Plus I agree with big_14; it's important to be able to laugh at yourself and not take yourself too seriously.

If you are trying to somehow link blond jokes to racism, I think that's comparing apples and oranges. Blonds are seldom discriminated against in any meaningful way; indeed, to the extent that many people seem to find them attractive they may end up with advantages as a result of their appearance. Lots and lots of research has shown that people tend to behave deferentially toward those they find attractive (something amply confirmed by the treatment of people deemed "good looking" on this site!!)

Steve :happy:

Chimera, is there anything at all going on in your BLOODY FUCKING MIND other than racism? Anything? Really? No? I thought not, just checking.

Your little "I'm white, middle-class, 15, and no one can imagine how horrible my life has been" routine is far beyond stupid, can you get some new material?

Three blondes walk into a building: you'd think that one of them would've seen it.

Okay ... I'm done.

Yeah, now you know how truly bored I am.

You still have the nicest tits on the site!

* can't ... resist ... *

Then there was the blonde who, after going to the ballet, wondered why they just didn't hire taller girls.

This from a guy who claims to know Japanese from watching Samurai Movies.

You could have your own tragic comedy show, you know.

A blonde woman notices the popularity of ice fishing in Silicon Valley, and decides to try it for herself. Determined to take the sport up properly, she heads to the library and reads, not one, but three books on ice fishing from cover to cover. Armed with a list of ice fishing gear, she heads to the nearest sporting goods store to pick out top-notch equipment.

The next day, the woman heads to the nearest frozen pond and begins to set up the stool she had purchased. Settling in, she reaches for her saw and begins to cut a hole through the ice.

Booming from above comes a voice: "THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE."

Jumping back, the woman looks all around, but she's alone on the ice.

A bit disturbed, she moves about 20 feet down the pond, sets up her stool, and begins to saw again.

Again comes the voice: "THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE."

Once again, she looks around, but just as before, there's not a soul in sight. She decides to move clear to the other end of the pond, as far from the voice as possible.

This time, just as she settles down on the stool, before she has even reached for the saw, she hears the booming voice again: "THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE."

Trembling now, she calls out in a timid voice, "Is that you, Lord?"

"NO", replies the voice, "THIS IS THE SKATING RINK MANAGER."

Chimera, (who is playing the part of the blonde in this retarded joke,) a brunette, and a redhead are on the run from the law together. They decide to hide from the police in an abandoned barn. The only problem is that when they get inside, they realize the place is empty except for three potato sacks on the floor. They all three hop into a potato sack and try to remain as still as possible. The police make their way into the barn, and find the three quivering potato sacks on the dirt floor. An officer kicks the first potato sack, in which the brunette is hiding. Thinking quickly, she lets out a pretty convincing "meow."
"Oh, that's just a cat. Let it go," says the officer. He moves on to the next potato sack, where the redhead is hiding. He kicks that one, as well.
"Woof, woof," says the redhead.
"Just a dog. Let it go," the officer concludes, and moves on to kicking the final potato sack. Panicked, Chimera says, "...POTATO."

Oh, I understand now... it wasn't my HAIR changing from brunette to white... it was my racial metamorphosis! And all these years I was so confused.

Hey, what's two blondes tossing a hayball between the two of them? - Thought exchange.

I'm reminded of a song called "Cheer Up, Emo Kid".

I've got a problem with everyone I know
I've got a problem I want everyone to know
I got home late last night from the punk rock show
I say it sucked because I'm emo

I'm gonna cry I'm gonna scream
I'm gonna say what I don't mean
I'm gonna cry I'm gonna mope
I'm gonna give up all my hope
Bringing everybody down
Everybody with a frown
Bringing everybody down
Wait for death to come around

Cheer up emo kid
It's a brand new day
Cheer up emo kid
It'll be okay
Cheer up emo kid
It's a brand new day
Cheer up emo kid
It'll be okay

I like to listen to my favorite band the Cure
I'd ask her out but she'd say no!
No for sure

I'm gonna cry I'm gonna scream
I'm gonna say what I don't mean
I'm gonna cry I'm gonna mope
I'm gonna give up all my hope
Bringing everybody down
Everybody with a frown
Bringing everybody down
Wait for death to come around

Cheer up emo kid
It's a brand new day
Cheer up emo kid
It'll be okay
Cheer up emo kid
It's a brand new day
Cheer up emo kid
It'll be okay

Cheer up emo kid
It's a brand new day
Cheer up emo kid
It'll be okay
Cheer up emo kid
It's a brand new day
Cheer up emo kid
It'll be okay

Cheer up emo kid
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me
Cheer up emo kid
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me
Cheer up emo kid
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me
Cheer up emo kid
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me

Nobody likes me
Everybody hates me
Nobody likes me
Everybody hates me
Nobody likes me
Everybody hates me
Nobody likes me
Everybody hates me

Nobody likes me, everybody hates me
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me
Nobody likes me
I guess I'll go eat worms!

*throws rose petals at jonb's feet and polished his ass*

Clearly sir, you win.

Well, it's not my song. It's Patent Pending's.