I am a blond?

I got my hair cut on Monday. I love Betsy, she cuts my hair. She is the only one who has ever been able to cut my hair without destroying everything and ruing my life. And I am not even kidding. I found her when I was 18, and have followed her from salon to salon ever since. I will probably do that for the rest of my/her life no matter where I live. You could say I am codependent.
On Monday Betsy (who usually is quite sane) told me that I am a blond. Anyone who has known me in the last 10 years of my life would probably contest this, and with good reason. I was blond when I was a kid, but am now brown. I was in denial for several years in my teens when I still thought I was blond, but I have since come to my senses and embraced my hair color. So on Monday when Betsy told me that she considers me blond I almost laughed out loud. Her reasoning was such: there are very very few true adult blonds, and so as an adult lighter browns are actually blond. Hmm, not sure if I am jumping on this train, but it does explain a lot, doesn't it.