perception, reality, truth, oh who ever really knows?

A conversation that I saw going on at a forum where I occasionally lurk, combined with something I recently watched got me thinking. (uh oh)

One of the extras of the WKRP discs was about Jennifer and they showed a bit from one of the episodes where she and Lucille are at a bar and the waiter kept coming by with drink after drink for Jennifer other patrons. Playing off of that, in interview mode, Loni Anderson talked about an experience she had years ago. She was saying that at one point when she lived in Chicago early in her career she was trying to decide whether to go with dark or blonde hair. She conducted a little experiment. One week she went to all of the after-play hangouts as a brunette. She talked about being included in the conversations, everyone spoke to her respectfully, she was basically part of the group. The next week she went as a blonde. She talked about how men kept sending her drinks, trying to pick her up, it was an entirely different experience.

I got to thinking about that. ( And thinking. Many words follow. I'm not quite sure what they add up to )