
Watch: Harper Smythe asks for directions
Planet Earth was an ABC-TV movie of the week. These 90 minute movies were quite popular in the 1970s and were occasionally launching points for TV series.
Watching the blond Muldaur slug Margolin, I immediately blushed, got aroused and panicked. The whole family was watching. What were they thinking? It's not like you watch women fight each other on TV every night. All I could think of was Grindel explaining blond and brunette fights to me a few years earlier. What was going through the mind of mom (dark brunette) and dad (brunette)? I dared not look as the show cut to a commercial. But when I did, I noticed that my dad was already snoozing. The movie was 30 minutes old and had been a clunker thus far - I guess he didn't think it was worth watching. My mom had her head in a book, and my little brother ... well, who cares ...
After a decent interval, I softly announced to my mother that I has some studying to do and excused myself to the downstairs family den. Which also had a TV. As I got up, my little bro gave me a bonus. He asked me to change the channel to something more interesting. Oh, I was never so glad to do something for my brother. And away I went.
Oh gosh, I couldn't study for the life of me. Not only did I immediately turned on the TV, but had, in less than five minutes time, had fallen madly in love with Janet Margolin and knew that she wouldn't let me down. Glancing at the clock, there was less than 60 minutes left in the movie. I paced back and forth, praying for a rematch and hoping that Margolin would emerge victorious over the Amazon who stole her man. But what if she lost? What if she was beaten up by this tough, strong blond? Oh, I thought, it didn't matter, as long as she had the courage to fight.
The minutes passed, slowly. The plot droned on and on. Finally, Margolin arrived upon a house, run by a woman of course, another blond, and asked for help. After some back and forth bickering, it was clear that her requests for help weren't getting any traction with the lady of the house. So Margolin flat out asked her, "What do I have to do? Fight you?" So the lady said something like "Yes, because that's how we do things here" and that's when the fight started. It was quickly interrupted by the lady's two children, but not before Margolin had twisted her opponents arm behind her back and forced her to her knees.
Watch: HS asks for directions
Oh yes, I thought, That's how you do it!

After the longest two minutes of commercials in history, and with my stuff as hard as a rock, the day finally came. On horseback, Kemp and Margolin came trotting in to the male slave auction where Muldaur was placing Saxon up for the highest bid. But Margolin announced that she was the real owner and was prepared to fight for her property.

And the winner? Margolin.
Watch: The Big Fight!!
Coming from a family of dark brunettes, I took such great pleasure in watching her beat the blonde.
But as the years rolled by, I found that I was not always rooting for the brunette.
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