When I was a little brat one of my friends tried to tell me my hair was blond. I had never heard of this word and didn't believe her. I had yellow hair, like the crayon color I use to color it when I drew myself. We argued back and forth for a bit until she gave up (I can be hard headed).
Later that day I asked my mom about the color of my hair and found out it was indeed blond and I learned a little something that day.
Basically it comes down to: Don't be afraid to be wrong. Don't be afraid to learn something from someone else. When in doubt ask for a second opinion.
In the end, sometimes you just have to admit to being blond.
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