I got this off brooklynvegan, who got it off, I guess, the Los Campesinos website.
Ellen Campesinos (a blonde above!) wrote this:
“We performed in Johnny Brenda’s (Philadelphia on 10/12) on a incredibly impractical stage and my increasingly chirpy mood was nearly threatened by a man shouting out “You looked better when you were Blonde!” at me whilst I was tuning up. I thought about explaining to him that blonde hair was really expensive and hard to upkeep but i figured that would be a really long retort so i settled with “I liked you better when you had hair,” because he was bald.
This was cheap a shot and didn’t even make much sense because we had never met before, but I had to say something to combat the fact he thought his comment was an okay thing to shout at me.
I continued tuning up and he added “your still hot though,” so I felt better about pointing out the fact he was bald.
He did try and buy me a drink afterwards to apologize, but he still seemed confused as to why I didn’t appreciate his commentary on my evolving style. Whilst I do not care whether this man preferred having masturbatory fantasies over me when I had bleach in my hair, I still get slightly thrown by such a comment, I am as insecure as the next person and sometimes I am not in the mood for that kind of rudeness (especially before a show).
I liked being blonde, I like being a brunette but I do my hair for myself, not for anyone else (apart from maybe Tyra Banks if I was on ANTM) and just because I am on a elevated platform in front of you (that stage was really high) does not mean you have more of a right to shout something negative at me.”
I think Ellen misses the point a little here.
I think it is a bit of a Mars/Venus moment myself. The ill mannered fan was trying anyway to start a dialogue and the former blonde didn’t like it. Let’s be honest, we haven’t much improved upon hitting a girl on the arm to show affection!
Also, we are so in awe of women’s attractiveness we are completely oblivious to their insecurities. They look so good to us that we don’t even consider it. When Cyn tells me she doesn’t think she is pretty, I think she must be blind. but it is like aneroxia: she looks in the mirror and doesn’t see what is right in front of her.
When Ellen, getting ready for a concert, hears a silly come on from an in awe fan, she doesn’t hear it for what it is, she hears a putdown and overeacts.