Blondes - Mystique, Magic, Mystery, Mindless

I wrote just a vitriolic piece on the magic of blonde women.  However, I cannot find it. . . which makes me think the angels have been at work again. . .saving me from some future embarrassment.  So I shall save the vitriol for now and simply ask one question:  Why are men so fascinated by blonde women?  Why are men so taken with potential idiocy as long as it holds the form of "You Mr. Mr. are THE smartest, handsomest man I have ever seen - never mind that you are my boss and 75 years older than me -never mind that you are troll-like in height - I will beguile you with my siren like (read stupid), vapid inanities.  I will twist you around my little finger and when I decide to let you go, you won't have enough breath left to get your sorry ass home.  In the meantime, because I am allowing you to get caught up in my sticky web, I will let you go.  But only when I say so and at my cost.  That cost will be a salary that is close to yours - never mind that I have 1/100th the amount of experience.  I will walk away with a title of Executive Vice President - never mind that I have 2 years experience, and 1 of that 2 was spent trying to understand my current job. I am blonde.  Hear me roar. Watch my ascent to the top.  Get your back ready for I will walk upon it as well.  But, Mr. Boss Man, I need you to stay alive even though you are 75 years older than me because as we all know, I can't do this job alone.  I need your support because as soon as I am left to my own devices, I will probably self-destruct.  I pray for you daily because when you retire, my free ride is gone - and destruction soon will follow."