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A Redhead Rants 15.2.08

Why do you call yourself Redhead and Proud when everyone has to be ‘ginger’?
Why do people think I need to be told what colour my hair is? All day – Every day.
Why do some redheads go around announcing their hair colour? ‘Shitheads’ ‘Blackheads’ and ‘Turnip Tops’ don’t seem to feel the need I think such announcements demonstrate an insanity at the opposite end of the spectrum to mine.
Why have Kidman & Lohan gone blonde? Is it because it’s just a hair colour?
Why do some redheads believe that if they tolerate all the ‘jokes’ [insults] directed at them it signifies pride?
Why I am expected so smile sweetly when Mr Bland Bollox’s imparts the knowledge that he knows the colour of my pubic hair. He is a boring ‘one joke’ asshole.
Why do they assume I need ‘teasing’ like a 2 year old. I’m a grown woman?
Why did your radio friend say redheads must be gregarious. Why can’t I just be me?
Why is my head occupied by 2 young ‘ginger’ lads who were driven to suicide? Why does the image of a young woman with a badly burned scalp haunt me. It was burned as she tried to go blonde because she hated red hair [did she hate red hair or just the reaction you get to it?]
Why when you complain about the treatment do they shit on ‘the whinger’ from a great height?
I love red hair. Blonde doesn’t suit me so I can’t go ‘Turnip Top’. I could be a ‘shithead’ but not a ‘blackhead’ that’s too dark.
I just want to be my own person, regardless of hair colour, walking around the streets as someone else’s joke – there’s no pride in that.
My pride is in the person that I am not in something as peripheral and superficial as a hair colour.
I know that people who call you names and laugh behind your back - do not like you. Very few people know me so the idea that they are sharing a joke with me, that the nicknames are affectionate, is lying, patronizing, condescending bollox.
I ain’t interested in pretending. Mr Bland Bollox is sitting around WITH OTHER WOMEN having a good giggle and somehow fools himself into thinking he is sharing a joke with me;. He ain’t fooling me.
Pretending to be amused by the same old joke, which in these days of the ubiquitous ‘brazillian’ & back, crack & sack body hair treatments make the old, old old joke, seriously old and it should be pensioned off.
It really aggravates me that redheads in the ‘media’ pander to Mr Bland Bollox because they want another airing on tv. They like Mr Bland Bollox airbrush the dead kids from history. I can’t smile at any ‘jokes’ that have caused the death of, or contributed to the misery of children. Bollox to it being character forming.
It doesn’t mean I’m ashamed if I choose to dye my hair or wear a wig – why shouldn’t I have fun with my hair rather than it always being made fun of.
Most, not all, red hair is beautiful but there are too many rules and regulations i.e you must be gregarious, you must laugh at Mr Bland Bollox when he thinks he’s being funny, you must be called stupid names etc., etc.,
It is just a hair colour and while its nothing to be ashamed of, I repeat, my pride is in the person that I am.
I know people laugh at the cause of my insanity but if they had dead kids existing in their heads, talking, crying and pleading for help they'd be my sort of crazy too.