The invasion, but be warned, through not many people know this, they are actually extremely different from vampires, you stab vampires with a stake, but in this scenario, shooting the head is far more effective, and besides, you don’t have to get close, so you can avoid being infected with their horrible disease.
The visual difference between gingers and non-ginger white people isn’t just hair colour. Gingers tend to have deathly white skin, freckles, blue eyes.
There’s also physical dimensions too, they are more sensitive to cold, and less to pain.
I see it more as a form of albinoism then a haircolour.
Dye it blonde. Lots of pale, freckled, light-eyed blondes.
Those physical dimensions you mentioned do not play a role in the ‘discrimination’ in discussion.
Albinism is a different mutation. But I’m sure redheads will appreciate being classified as having a congenital disorder.
I think we are exhibiting the phenomenon commonly known as ‘pink chimpanzee syndrome’.
Primates appear to be hard-wired to key upon certain dissimilar characteristics in order to determine fitness for tribal inclusion.
Red-haired individuals are relatively rare and are distinctive in their appearance.
Singling these people out for discrimination may be a result of this syndrome.
This is what I think of when I think of “ginger” as a hair color. (Curious about the link? It’s Hugh Laurie singing “47 Ginger Headed Sailors” from a Jeeves and Wooster episode.)
Um, not I’m not kidding. Ginger people do sometimes get bullied (esp. boys) and the word can be used in a negative way, but it is not inherently negative. It is often used purely to describe a hair colour, with no pejorative intent and no offence taken.
And I’m English, so you guys don’t really need to teach me about this, you know.
In my 42 years, the only person who has ever referred to me using the term “ginger” was my previous boss - British lady -who used the term descriptively, not in a derogatory way. (A fellow employee, who had not yet me me, asked how she would recognize me to let the right person in the locked office.)
But kids are apt to pick on anything outside the norm. I wasn’t bullied for it, but in school I was teased about my hair color. And being tall. Wearing clothes that weren’t the proper brand or style. Being smart. Having freckles.* It’s a kid thing. At certain ages, they’re so insecure about their own place in the pack that attacking the “other” and the outsider helps to solidify their self-image as part of the “us.” Fortunately, most people outgrow that tendency.
*Now that I’m older, I’m a long-legged redhead with her own sense of style, a lovely complexion, and a good head on her shoulders.
As someone that grew up in the UK in the 70s and 80s with ginger hair, ginger was used by everyone. I was tormented mercilessly by all until I magically started growing tall around the age of fourteen and frankly could have beaten the shit out of anyone at school.
Never did, mind. I’ve still only ever punched someone in a dojo. But I think the site of me, talk and solidly built, put everyone off. I feel for those that didn’t have my luck. Don’t kid yourself … maybe the US doesn’t get it so bad with it still being a relatively new idea via South Park, but it fucking hurts. It really, really hurts.
Yes, because all those people that have bullied you before for being ginger are just going to magically stop because you put on some hair dye. In no way will it get worse because he are seen as trying to hide it. Oh no.
Oh and an example of one way the bullying gets to you. Remember how awkward it was when you entered puberty. Suddenly growing hair where there wasn’t before. Imagine the fun of going through that and the entire class/bus loudly commenting on what the colour of your pubes must be and implying how they must look strange and be so different to everyone else.
I saw one kid (when I was teaching) being really horribly bullied due to his hair - kids refusing to sit next to him in case they ‘caught the ginger,’ that sort of thing. He was a perfectly ordinary kid - it was just his hair that made him stand out.
Wrong way around. The term goes back at least 100 years before Gilligan’s Island, probably way earlier (the wonderful music-hall song “Ginger, You’re Barmy!” dates from about 1910).
My Aussie friends tell me they are also called “Fantas” down under.