I’d expected to enjoy this two-fer-one book of Anita Loos’s stories, but found my interest waning with every turning page. The famous Gentlemen Prefer Blondes was the stronger story, published in 1925 as the diary of a blonde who is bettering herself by pretending to like rich intellectuals who buy her jewelry before she skips town. Gentlemen Marry Brunettes was a much weaker tale explaining Dorothy’s obsession with the opposite of Lorelei– supporting men instead of entrapping rich ones in marriage. Blech, an hour of my life wasted wading through the cutesy intentionally misspelled words (faux intellectual, remember?).