Okay, I’ll admit it–I am not a natural redhead. In fact, I’m not sure what my natural color is anymore. I was blonde growing up, and the blonde darkened, and now, if I don’t make it to the salon in time, I have a gray fringe that creeps in around my hairline.
A couple of years ago I was in London and happened to pick up a British tabloid. On the editorial page I found a column written by a “ginger-haired” woman–a red-head. She wrote of how she’d been teased, criticized, and looked down on in Britain because of her ginger-colored hair. She reminded her readers that Prince Charles had made a disparaging remark upon learning that Prince Harry’s hair was “ginger-coloured.” And so, the columnist finished, she was going to America where red-heads were celebrated.
While I’m confessing that I’m not a natural red-head, I should also add that I do lay a distant claim to the color, as many of my cousins ARE natural gingers. (See photo–that’s cousins Alyce, Belinda, me, and Melissa).
I decided to address the topic of ginger-prejudice (which isn’t so marked in the U.S., I admit) after stumbling across this web page–which contains some of the most beautiful photos of ginger-headed folks I’ve ever seen. Aren’t those babies adorable?
So if you have ginger-hair–no matter how you got it–remember that while Blondes may have more fun, my hairdresser says “redheads are remembered!” 🙂
And a happy Valentine’s day to all of you!