{i]Thank heavens for Valerie Plame: she has just redeemed the stained and sullied collective reputation of the All-American Blonde.
....First there was Anna Nicole Smith, of whom we've heard far too much of late, except for this one fact that everyone missed: her death contrived to knock the single most important study ever published on global warming - the last nail in the doubters' coffin - off the front page. On a day when the planet should soberly have been contemplating its possible demise, it was instead fixating on this 20-car pileup of a life and death. The chairman of Exxon-Mobil couldn't have dreamed up a better outcome.
And when Anna Nicole's corpse wasn't exerting its dread mantis hold on the pundits, Britney ("I think we should all just back the president!") Spears, suffering one of her frequent and debilitating celebrity paroxysms, took up the slack, drawing maximum attention to her blondeness by the simple expedient of hacking off every last strand of it in full public view.
Forget global warming, or the plummeting Dow Jones index, or 200-a-day death-tolls in Baghdad; Britney was the top story for days. She even blew her sister-in-blondeness, Hollywood madam Jody "Babydol" Gibson, off the newscasts. This was impressive, considering Gibson had just named a slew of her ex-clients, claiming they included ex-baseball manager Tommy Lasorda, Bruce Willis, Sex Pistol Steve Jones (strenuous denials all round) and the late priapist Don Simpson, who's probably gettin' busy with Anna Nicole right this minute.
With Smith safely in the ground, the ghoulish rightwing blonde pundit Anne Coulter then piped up and publicly slurred Senator John Edwards with the gay equivalent of the N-word - and the blonde-fixated media flipped out all over again. Can we get no relief? Can we not boycott the dating, interviewing or filming of all blondes, or put an international embargo on peroxide? Can we defeat them with redheads?
No, Plame proves it takes only one smart blonde to trump a troupe of dumb ones. With no celebrity of her own to exploit - quite the contrary - Plame painted her face and worked by night, lit the blue touchpaper and stood well back. Now we await the fireworks, with just one question: which crazy Hollywood blonde plays her in the movie?
http://arts.guardian.co.uk/filmandmusic/story/0,,2029084,00.html