Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Ranga

I've always been a little bewildered by ginger prejudice. The first time I heard about it was from a foreign exchange student in high school- a kid from New Zealand- and when I asked him what it was rooted in, he said something along the lines of "well, gingers are just dumb," then added, "Cool as, mate! Haka! Sheep! Haka!" (Admittedly, I wasn't really paying attention so the accuracy of this quote is debatable.) The next year, when I was a high school exchange student living in Italy, my host family echoed his sentiments, saying that redheads were pretty much the worst (counterpoint: AT BEING UGLY?). I returned to the States in 2005 amidst the South Park/"Kick a Ginger" Day debacle, so vitriol for redheads had clearly reached U.S. shores. I could go on with more examples, but I won't... mainly because I can't think of any. It's not like I'm head professor of the ginger studies department at St. Ginge University (though, clearly, I am head professor of the good jokes department HILARIOUS University).

Over the past few years, I've paid good money to be a ginger. THOUSANDS of dollars. Probably even millions. Living in New York has been a definite siphon on my wallet. I've had to give up a lot of the foods I like (I still allow myself Wagyu steak and eggs on Sundays) and activities I enjoy participating in (polo gear is so expensive), not to mention that most of my clothes have holes in them ("People are homeless. Shut your college-educated face." -You). Regardless, I'm still pretty unwilling to give up having my hair dyed. Have you ever seen my natural hair color? It's gross. The grossest. Really, I'm doing everyone else a favor by keeping it covered up. YOU'RE WELCOME, THE WORLD.

Anyways, red hair is awesome. I get complimented on it all of the time. I was once in a gay bar and a guy came up to me and said that I looked like a poster child for Ireland (I was drunk, too). He then said that I should feel extra complimented because he was gay and so it took a lot to get him to notice a lady and her hair. I'm not one to look a compliment horse in the mouth, so I said thank you and now you know that I'm not lying about getting compliments. I've provided anecdotal evidence. Another time, when trying to brainstorm halloween costumes, a coworker suggested that I dress up as Chuckie (which one?). Oh, well. You win some, you lose some.

I guess this is just my self-centered/roundabout/long-winded way of saying LOOK AT THIS CUTE PRINT, GUYS!


Cute, right? So cute? Okay, I'll shut up now.

Flickr.

5 comments:

Liz said...

Who gave the red one permission to talk?

Librarian Girl said...

The Texas Ranger was a ginger? REALLY? I feel so shattered that I didn't know that!

I feel like I need to go check the color settings on my tv, because really, I never noticed that.

Steve said...

asshole? more like red assohole.

Emily said...

Did I tell you I hope to give birth to a ginger? AND I have a 50/50 chance of success!

Anonymous said...

Red Hair is awesome. In Australia a red head is nick named a Ranga. check out my website ranga.net.au

Always bet on red