You know what I personally do not have time for?
Brassy. Goddamn. Tones.
Like I'm busy? And you're rude? And extremely inconvenient.
Most blondes (okay, mostly artificial blondes... which is pretty much all of us) know that the very decision of being blonde comes with the ever-present threat of brassiness. Let me explain.
You go to the hairdresser. If it's a nice one, they give you wine (I only discovered this at 30). You might give them instructions like 'ashy,' or 'bright,' or 'platinum,' or 'natural'. They paint your strands and maybe put a toner and a treatment in, and it costs you one million dollars and 76 hours of your valuable time. But you leave feeling great.
Then you wash your hair.
Then you wash it again. And again. And again.
Then just when you least expect it, it happens.