"Red is the color of heat, of wine, of fever, of blood. Red is the signal of danger. It is both a welcome and a warning, and even the most civilized man feels a curiously atavistic quickening of the senses at the sight of a red-haired woman. Never mind that she may be a notorious mouse. He knows that, deep inside, she is a quivering mass of passion and fireworks -- a thrower of paperweights when displeased." ... Vogue
"There are more redheaded girls around than there used to be, say, six months ago. One sees them glowing like torches, raking their rosy manes with permissive fingers, basking, with a healthily narcissistic delight, in the way people look at them. Most to the point, in the way men look at them." ... Vogue, April 15, 1969
"Even plain redheads get looked at quite a lot. A really good-looking one comes through every door like a thunderclap." ... Vogue, op. cit.
"The eyes are often a smoky brown. Or the color of the ocean, from slate to marble, depending on the light and mood. The blue-eyed white-skinned redheads are like walking flags. The green-eyed redheads shake you to your soul; you are helpless in their grip. No wonder they have so often been seen as gods or demons. Or aliens, mutants, wizards or threats." ... Red Alert! By Joel Garreau, The Washington Post Company
"Of course, part of the 'problem' with redheads is that there aren't enough of them. They make up just two percent of the population. So they're pretty extraordinary. Redheads are too numerous to be ignored, too rare to be accepted." ...Grant McCracken, from his book Big Hair: A Journey Into the Transformation of Self
"While the rest of the species is descended from apes, redheads are descended from cats." -- Mark Twain
"Red-heads, in general, need more general anesthesia than the average patient in order to reach a satisfactory level of relief from the pain associated with surgery. -- Stanley. M. Aronson, MD
"That... drew me particularly to the flamboyant qualities of redheads. Their hair and the exotic flourish of their skin in sunlight were even redder and more visible in that blue surround. "They also shared with me their sense of personal victory at having overcome this early celebrity, how... they had grown into their specialness and, by surviving, had been ennobled by it. You could say that they had been baptized by their fire and that their shared experience had formed a 'blood knot' among them." ...Joel Meyerowitz, author and photographer of Redheads. This book has a pretty good gallery of portraits, except, of course, for the fact that he has never taken my photo to include in it. Tsk.
"It takes a redheaded woman to get a dirty job done." ... Redheaded Woman, Bruce Springsteen
Welcome. Let me say that it is so festive to be red. Now. But it wasn't always festive to be red. As a child, you committed the most serious crime imaginable... you were different. Yikes. How dare we have the audacity to be different? Grown-ups tell you that one day you'll be glad you've got those flaming tresses, but really, how much stock does a kid put in what an adult has to say? At any rate, at about age 19, if memory serves, my red hair became extremely beneficial, as though someone had flipped a switch. Either that, or maybe people just finally found enough sense to be afraid. Very afraid. Heh heh. Fear is such a healthy emotion.
So, parents, warn your non-red children.... tell your sons that tease little redheaded girls how badly they are going to want to date those same girls in about ten years, and how much fun the girls are going to have laughing in dude's face. And let those blonde and brunette little girls in on how difficult it will be when their boss turns out to be... you guessed it... a redhead with many, many axes to grind.
Another important point is for redheads to treat their skin with utmost care. STAY OUT OF THE SUN. If you feel you absolutely must go there, then... Sunscreen. Buy it. Live it. Apply it. All the time. I know. It's a drag. I hate the stuff. But it is a must. And you may hate it now, but when you get into your thirties, and people still think you are in your twenties because of your lovely, lovely complexion, it will all be worth it. And major skin cancers have to be cut off. Minor skin cancers are burned off with liquid nitrogen. While you are awake. I've seen it. I've heard the sizzle. You don't want to go there. Please.
+Visit this essay for some more harsh truths about being red. Before you do, let me explain things a little. This is not my essay-rant-proclamation. It was originally at this url, but is not anymore. It also had no author listed. Fortunately, I made a copy of the text for myself and also copied one of the graphics. I'm glad I did, because I like it, and so now I am able to put it on a set of pages of my own. If you're the author/artist, drop me an email so I can give you credit. You deserve it. This rant may offend you, redheaded or not.
A problem for redheads is remembering people. Non-readheaded people, that is. People almost always remember us, because of our hair. But we don't have that advantage with the rest of the hair color population. Unless your hair is purple, or blue, or something. Then we'll likely remember... But if you don't, when you say hi and we smile and look slightly blank, it's because we don't have a clue who you are. So you might want to throw us a few hints if you want to be remembered. Or better yet, do something really memorable.
"Being a redhead can sometimes be hard, especially when you're a kid. Revenge is sweetest, however, when you get older and all the girls who teased you about being able to tan look like they're fifty when they're thirty, and you look only twenty-five. It's always hard to be different; thank God redheads have the courage to use it to their best advantage."
"As a child, being a redhead means senior citizens love you, other kids love to make fun of you. As a teenager, it
means you're a slut even if you've never kissed anyone before. As an adult, other women hope you're a bitch so they can justify the resentment they have little ability hiding, and men hope you're just as hot as you appear."
"I used to hate my red hair, but now I love the attention I get with it. I think that very smart, daring men love red
hair, and I love that in a man."
"It is too bad that as a child you are picked on and made to feel uncomfortable about your hair color, primarily by
members of the male gender. Only later do most get to realize that you can have them all in the palm of your hand."
"I do believe my redheadedness plays a huge part in who I am. If I were a blonde or brunette, I would be an
entirely different person."
"Yes, many men seem to think redheads are these Earthly wild creatures into pantheism, or these major bitches.
Why? I don't know. But they seem to dig the whole redhead thing."
Men who appreciate/obsess about/date redheads:
"All women should be born red. If not, then they're not real women."
"I just love redheads with gentle curls, draped around a long white neck. Fair skin on a redhead is very sexy,
although I like freckles as well. Damn! Redheads are just, well, you know--the best."
"The attraction to redheads is a lot like being addicted to drugs."
"Redheads just rule. You just can't get any better."
"Men who do not fancy redheads should take a vacation on a funny farm! Redheads are so clean and beautiful
that they should have their own museum."
"The sun on a brunette's hair looks red. The sun on a redhead's hair looks like Heaven on Earth."
"Redheads are a spiritual thing. They are just simply superior."
"They make me extra stupid. And what we're all really looking for is women who make us stupid, etc....."
"They are probably the worst people to date. They are demanding and obsessive and they can't make up their minds about anything, so they are very difficult to figure out. But I still love them."
"Please God, make a pill to cure this redhead obsession!!!!!"
"Redheads have been nicknamed demons by my associates and I because of what they can do to the human heart. Best thing that's hit the Earth, ever. Never had too much luck with them though. Advice is accepted....."
Some of the comments were.... really, really, um, colorful, so... I just posted a few of them. I hope Pianoman doesn't mind... but hey, what can he expect from a redhead?
Thanks for stopping by my page. I hope your visit was enlightening.
Be nice to redheads.
It is a very interesting experience to go through life with hair the color of stop signs, traffic signals, ambulance lights, bullfighter's capes, strawberries, blood oranges, ruby grapefruit, apples, wildfires, or copper pennies; having skin the color of neon milk and liquid paper when all of your friends are tanned; and wearing hats, long sleeves and mounds of sunscreen to fend off the evil advances of the freckle-manufacturing, cancer-provoking, burn-generating sunshine.
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