EVER since actress Jennifer Hudson sashayed into a New York cafe in the Sex and the City Movie and failed to recognise the newly-darkened locks of her trend-setting boss Carrie Bradshaw, the world of hairdressing has developed an obsession with the idea of ditching the bottle.<br /><br />Blonde is out, they cry; save money, go back to your natural roots, brown is back.<br /><br />Everyone&rsquo;s saying, &ldquo;save money, go back to your natural roots, brown is back.&rdquo; But, recession or no recession, since when has it become shameful to favour a shining golden mane over a dull muddy brown?<br /><br />I don&rsquo;t care if other people decide not to take me seriously because I&rsquo;m blonde &ndash; I do it for me. It&rsquo;s nice getting noticed and that&rsquo;s how it is when you&rsquo;re blonde. Everyone wants to be noticed, don&rsquo;t they?<br /><br />The City, so the argument goes, favours brunettes over blondes &ndash; ogling them less, taking them more seriously, recognising an urge to eschew play in favour of work. <br /><br />But if people want to notice you for the wrong reasons and make the wrong judgements about the colour of your hair, let them. I say: why not have a little fun with your tresses, especially in a world where flashes of frivolity have become all too few and far between? They don&rsquo;t call it your crowning glory for nothing, you know.