When Pamela Anderson first ran down a Los Angeles beach in slow motion on TV’s ‘Baywatch’ millions of guys became overnight fans of the cheesy show. It was pretty hard back then to convince wives, girlfriends and mothers that we were watching so closely because of the quality of the acting and depths of the plot lines. The transparent truth was that the mixture of sun, sand, silicon and peroxide simply made for mind boggling viewing figures. Hammy Pammy became the definitive blonde icon in less time than it took George W. Bush to make his first stupid decision as President of the United States of America.
The show that offers more breasts than Kentucky fried Chicken has run longer than some of the best American TV dramas. If I try to recall a story line from even one show, I am at a loss. However this doesn’t stop me and millions of other guys the world over, from stopping on yet another rerun of a Baywatch episode as we flick through the endless pulp on digital, satellite and regular TV.
So last week, while watching a extremely late night re-run of ‘Baywatch late’ (which I am reliably informed is the version of the show geared toward a more adult audience?), I got to thinking about the question of whether it is true or not that ‘blondes have more fun’.
Indeed, Plastic Pammy has had her ‘fun’ broadcast all over the internet in recent years in the form of her infamous honeymoon video. And in a move that wasn’t entirely ‘blonde’, rather than trying to stop its distribution she actually managed to sue various distributors for copyright infringement. An action that has seen her make a seven figure sum in royalties for her and her rock star husbands stunning duet performance.
So with the thought that it might just be true that blondes have more fun, and with a trip to America looming, I decided see for myself if the presence of peroxide could increase my fun factor. On Sunday 10th of June 2001, I became a blonde!
Granted, I am probably not the best guinea pig for a ‘blondes have more fun’ experiment. For a start I lack an impressive set of fillets and I’m not likely to strut my stuff in a plunging neckline number. But… [Click here to continue reading this article at ‘Meanwhile’]