Dye Dye My Darling

Back in the heyday of the studio system, nobody thought that the men who ran the factories were gentlemen. Still, there's no doubt that they preferred blondes, so there was a new crop every season. Since nature falls short when it comes to supplying real blondes, most of the bombshells, ice maidens, femmes fatales, screwballs and faux virgins ended up addicted to the bottle. It was worth it--in a town fueled by fantasies, no illusion was better box office than the golden girl of the silver screen.

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