Blondes vs. Brunettes #2 - How did this thing start?

Since he passed away many years ago, and because I don't think it's possible to libel a dead guy (and besides, the truth is never libelous), my earliest memory on this topic traces back to one of my babysitters, Ronnie Grindel.  Ronnie was the teenage son of a man and woman who were friends of my parents.  I thought he was a pretty cool guy but when you're 8 or 9, all 17 year olds are cool.

How cool was he?  He only babysat me three times.  The first time, my folks were out with his folks, and he was pretty normal which was amazing because he had a reputation as a trouble maker.  My mom was a bit nervous about letting him sit me but my dad said it was OK.  All I can recall is that he asked me a lot of questions, kind of probed me to see if I was a rat or a player, so to speak, which I thought was kinda funny. He swore me to secrecy saying that I couldn't reveal the contents of our conversation with anybody. Funny thing is that I don't remember what the conversations were about, sex probably, but it all went over my head. 

The third and last time he sat me, about three months later we had a good time.  After swearing me to secrecy again, and I've kept that promise until now (decades later), he broke out the porn magazines.  He also opened a pouch and pulled out a what I think was vodka and proceeded to get hammered.

Needless to say, that was then end of Ronnie the babysitter.

This is relevant, in a long roundabout way, because of the second babysitting experience I had with Ronnie. As usual, he swore me to secrecy and then he talked and talked.  At some point the conversation veered to girls.  Blondes and brunettes. Seems he was dating a girl with an Italian heritage and naturally she was a brunette with big dark brown eyes. The previous weekend her and another girl, a blonde, had argued at a party and went out to the backyard of this house and got into a fight. Being that it was the summer, Ronnie explained to me that they were both wearing shorts and fought in their bare feet. The blonde beat up his brunette girlfriend pretty bad. He wasn't broken up by it and he actually enjoyed watching this blonde, who it turned out he really liked, beat up his girlfriend, who, it turned out, he didn't really like. Ronnie, by the way, had a blonde crew cut, and was, at least in his opinion, really popular with girls.  And, he really got turned on by watching them fight, especially blondes and brunettes, he explained to me.  Oh yes, he said, and the blonde girls always won because they were stronger and more athletic than the brunettes which meant they were better fighters.  Better yet, they were prettier, which is why the brunettes hated them and always picked fights with them.  Just you wait, he told me, you'll see and when you do always bet on the girl with blonde hair.

I was really fascinated by this.

Another thing, he explained to me was that girls like to take their shoes off when they fought. That's what his (ex) girlfriend and the blonde did ... they took their shoes off and fought barefoot on the grass. They get a better grip on the ground you know, he explained to me.  Even in the winter they'll take off their shoes and fight in stocking feet. Just wait, he said, you'll see as you get older.  You'll see how the brunettes are jealous of blondes and sometimes start fight with them only to get beat up. And they'll kick their shoes off. This went on for a while. I asked him if it applied to guys as well, and he said it did a little bit, but guys weren't as interested in another guys hair and didn't get jealous of each other like girls did. 

I couldn't get enough of it and wouldn't let the conversation go. 

He started thinking I was weird. 

Several months later, I was browsing the comic book section at the local Kresge's (later to become K Mart) and came upon the now famous Anthro #6 that feature a blonde and brunette cave girl fighting over Anthro.  I didn't dare buy the magazine with the change I had in my pocket, fearing what me mother might say.  Later, when I returned by myself , it was gone and I was heartbroken.

Over time, I forgot the name of the comic, but that image stayed with me forever. 

Only thru the magic of the internet was I able to track it down decades later, and here it is for you to see. 

Maybe a year or two later there was a show on TV named "McCloud" starring Dennis Weaver. Lo and behold, one of the episodes co-starred blonde haired Linda Evans and brunette Stephanie Powers, both of them vying for Weaver's affection.  About half way through the episode they got into a rousing, not to mention arousing catfight.  Watching it on the couch with my father, I was speechless. And I was thrilled.  After the blonde Evans finished beating up Powers, I was tempted to say, "Ronnie was right!" but wisely kept my mouth shut.

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