Blondes dominate.

Hit midtown for a hair appointment yesterday.

It felt as if I was in Los Angeles…everyone was blonde or at the very least, a manufactured blonde.

I was alone floating on a brunette island.

So I joined the cult and requested golden highlights.

I think the aroma of formaldehyde enveloped my brain and I had a knee jerk reaction to all the blonde chemicals wafting through the salon.

I was painted and decorated in silver foil like an artificial Walmart miniature Christmas tree by the talented colorist, Lamont at Rita Hazan Salon.

I lounged under a warm halo while I cooked and morphed into a Golden Girl in more ways than one.

Coiffed, I left the salon with a blonde attitude, a bounce in my step and even tossed my baseball cap a la Mary Tyler Moore in the middle of Madison Avenue and 60th Street.