Inspired by the similarly titled thread about being black.
I should think the point is obvious.
I have brown hair, by the way. Brown eyes too, which will undoubtedly be used by my antagonists on this board to explain my posts. 
Mine’s chestnut! Although there are quite a few white hairs, at the tender age of 31. 
But brown it is.
I always called it blonde, but the baby bright yellow turned to gold to light brown.
Brown hair, here.
BTW, I’m in the HR business. You might not be surprised to know that it’s frowned upon to make any written remark on an application concerning hair color.
Pretend the point isn’t “completely obvious” and make it. Is this supposed to be a joke? If so, what’s the punchline? I don’t see any similarity between having brown hair and being black that makes sense in the context of your implied comparison.
I have dark brown hair when not shaved or dyed.
I have long, brown hair, but, unlike my ethnic background potentially has, I’m pretty sure that my hair color hasn’t affected how I view the world around me.
My hair is brown. When I wear a monkey mask, my hair is rubber.
No? I’m fairly sure, growing up in a generation where blonde was considered vastly more beautiful than any other color, shown on every TV commercial and every ad, that it has affected me at least a little.
But I don’t think that’s what the OP meant. What I took from the OP was that whether you are black or white or have brown hair or blonde hair, it makes no difference to me reading your posts, except when the discussion is specifically revolving around race. Same with hair color.
Do I agree? Not 100%…but often enough. On the Internet, we’re all faceless pixels on a screen, so I almost never think of race when I am considering someone’s response to me.
At the moment, I have red hair. Ask me again in a month or two, and…who knows? 
My hair is brown, and [Frieda] naturally curly.[Frieda] 
Although today it didn’t turn out so curly, just a big, poofy, medusa-like mess. (Crappy camera phone pic taken 10 minutes ago or so, hopefully I’m not that orange in real life.)
I think this weekend is as good a time as any for a hair cut.
For many years, I worked at passing as a blonde. Do blondes have more fun, you ask? Perhaps one day I will write a tell all about my days as a blonde, infiltrating the blonde culture, visiting blonde-only nightspots and trading peroxide sources in the supermarket.
Then there was those unfortunate years of being a redhead in denial. I knew I wasn’t fooling anyone with my made up stories of childhood in the ginger ghetto and the oppression I felt on a daily basis. It was lies, all lies, as the burnt orange ends of my washed-out red dye marked me as the most loathsome of impostors.
Yeah, I’m a brunette (once the henna grows out. I swear, it was just that one last time, and it wasn’t the hard chemical stuff this time, it was natural! Natural, I tell you, that means it’s good for you, right?). Or at least I have that color neutral color that hair colorists call “dark ash blonde…but with golden highlights, that’s weird…” and everyone else calls “sorta brownish?”.
Sometimes long,
Sometimes short,
Sometimes tipped in blonde,
Sometimes getting grey in the beard,
But for the most part, yeah, brown.
Does black count? (Says brown on all my official documents, and anyway it’s been S&P for years now.)
I vascillate between dark blonde (when I spend a lot of time in the sun) and light brown, I guess. As I approach 53, I have not yet sprouted a grey hair - go me! My eyes are hazel. I used to sing soprano, but my voice has dropped to alto. I have my own teeth. I wear size 9 shoes. I’m right-handed. Anything else?
Brown as a mouse’s bottom, baby! With freakishly large green eyes that tend to disconcert people, and not in a good way.
Mine is originally brown upon exiting the follicle, but then it quickly gets changed to whatever my whims decide for the time being.
Currently pink, purple and blue. I like bright things. 
It’s not brown. It’s dirty blonde.
A very, very dirty blonde.
What’s not gray on my head is light brown. Pits and pubes, darker brown. 
Jodi:
I’m having a hard time picturing this.
(I’m not having a hard time picturing this.)
I’ve not considered race either while reading other people’s post, but I can understand how race might affect one’s personal experiences, which would have an affect on their posts. For instance, I’m a white (European American?) woman who grew up in the suburbs of central Virginia. It isn’t uncommon to see Confederate flags in my hometown nor is it uncommon to witness subtle racism. Had I been born black, my experiences growing up would have been different in some respects and I imagine that might affect any of my posts that draw on my life experiences. I don’t believe there would have been too much difference in my life if I had been born blond (other than my dad questioning if my mom had cheated on him). I hung out with just as many geeky blond kids as I did geeky brunette kids.