My goodness–I seem to have misplaced the world’s tiniest violin. Yeah, this happened to me when I was a kid, too, but in terms of childhood trauma, it doesn’t rate a mention or a memory. Was this seriously one of your more significant childhood traumas? I envy you if it was.
See, I wasn’t homeschooled; I was one of the rare redhead kids in my school; and I very rarely got shit about it, so no, this is not something you can generalize safely about. I was also extremely short (almost always the shortest kid in my class), and I don’t really remember catching shit about that. Having a name that rhymed with “spaniel” created far more trauma in my childhood.
Again, are you serious here? I learned to be good with words, but that was because I was teeny, and if I wanted to get in a fight, it had to be verbal. My hair color didn’t enter into it.
Wow. So you would hate to give a kid red hair (I would be thrilled to have a carrot-top rugrat), and compliments about your hair creep you out (I take them as compliments and move on with my life) and you consider hair-dyers to be posers (I don’t give a crap what color someone dyes their hair)? I can see that confused self-image you’re talking about, but your hair’s not the cause of that. Like I said, my hair is practically magenta in the sun, and I’m happy for anyone to have whatever color hair they want, and I’d be happy to have a copperhead kid. I suspect that if you were blonde, you’d get equally upset about the trivial stereotypes folks have about blondes.
I met a boyfriend while I was blonde. When I dyed it back to red, he was SHOCKED. He had no idea that I was a redhead. Not that it really matters all these years later, but he viewed me as a different person.
I got quite sick and tired of listening to people saying “red heads have bad tempers” and “only children are spoiled”.
I have no bad temper and was certainly not spoiled. But it is something I have listened to people say over and over again, not particularly regarding me, just generally speaking.
I’m glad to know that this seems to be a fairly localised thing… true, it does seem to stay this side of the pond. It never really bugged me, until there the other night I was chatting on a board with some friends, and one made a comment about how she found redheads offensive. I found myself getting pretty wound up, I mean, whats so fucking offensive about someones hair color? I guess I just got a bug up my hole, so I started this thread, with a list of fairly derogatory remarks about redheads, comfortable in the knowledge that if I named any other minority instead, I’d be up shit street. I even included Mel’s “All the wars of this world” remark that got him in such bother.
Again, its nice to know that I can move to the states and live a happy redheaded existence. Any of the ladies can come visit. I see a few above looking for hunky redheads? Present and correct
I guess it’s such a foreign idea to me that I’d laugh; it’d be like being told that left-handed people are offensive, or people with a Q in their names are offensive. I can see that if it was a constant thing that carried serious social ostracism (not compliments or interest, but ostracism), it’d not roll off my back so easily.
I remember a passage in Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell in which the narrator remarks on the essential ugliness of red-headed men; again, I snickered, because it was so outlandish. Learn something new, I guess.
I’ve been hanging out with a redheaded guy for a few months now and there’s a possibility of something deeper developing. He’s very cute, he’s smart, he’s funny and he’s kind. Did I mention he’s very cute? Oh, and he smells really fucking good, too.
BTW, I find the freckles very cute, too. I bet they’re fun to kiss.
Not really. At least from this blonde, I feel nothing more than a slight irritation on occasion. The compensation is the “play the dumb blonde” trick, the one that gets you out of traffic tickets and so on. Hey! Some idiots expect it, so why not benefit from their idiotic prejudice?
Lost my virginity to a strapping redheaded (and lightly freckled, just a smattering across the bridge of his nose) young man. Wow. They’re sexy, all right. Ok, so I am generalizing based upon a memorable experience with one ginger guy, but I’d be willing to try being the filling of a Fred and George Weasley (the actors who play them, I mean of course) sandwich anytime, and see if there’s any further truth to it.
Me? Dumb blonde AND sinister-handed. AND short. Probably not a chance in the world of attracting another great looking redhead, eh?
I used to think that it was my duty in life to find a red-headed woman and breed red-headed children, because we are so awesome. Then some utter bastard sent me this link: www. youtube.com/watch?v=B2v-AkSj260 (NSFW if your sound is on) , which is kind of too bad, because now I have to kill myself. At least the glasses aren’t the same… exactly.
Damn! Just when I thought I’d been lurking around these boards long enough to know who was what. Well, I’m sure this won’t be the last time I make that mistake. At any rate, sir, my apologies–and much commisseration.
