I signed up for an acting class taught by a woman who looks like she might have stepped out of Valley of the Dolls' Real Estate Licensing School c/o 1984, before discovering "The THEA-TA!" later in life (fyi: anyone who says they like theater more than movies has, quite frankly, not seen enough one person shows, performance art pieces, improv, or "THEA-TA", for that matter). Despite the fact that her skin looks tighter than mine ever did, I think she might have something to teach me, if not about acting than either about the demolishment or edification of my own prejudices towards blonde Los Angeles matrons with diamond boulders on their fingers.

However, because I know nothing about this woman except for that she called Stanislavski "that little Russian," I probably need to uncover my own resentment towards all the pampered blonds who have skipped through my life (not to be confused with the humble blonds who dragged themselves beside me).

Just for today, I can examine my prejudices.