Redheads Need Love Too


Get to know a ginger today.

According to the good lads at Reuters, there are some people on the other side of the pond that don't think red is radiant. Up until very recently I considered that the classy side of the pond on account of the tea-drinking and penchant for bowler hats, which narrowly outweighed things like Katie Price and Abel Magwitch. But a few recent British advertisements have painted redheads negatively in the looks department, an opinion I cannot abide.

A new British reality show, Dating In The Dark, features the line "How do you spot a ginger in the dark?" Essentially, the show hopes to succeed by showing horrified reactions when it is revealed that at least one half of a couple who seems to be getting on swimmingly is in fact hideous. Hideous in this case meaning cyclopean, ogre-like or red-headed. Further offense to the crimson-haired includes an ad stating, "Santa loves all kids. Even ginger ones." The aforementioned Katie Price (sometimes called Jordan) once declared that she would love her daughter all the same despite being ginger. Read: Is It Time To Ban The Tan?

Is red hair so unattractive? Are freckles and fair skin (we do not say pale, it makes the condition sound temporary) that repulsive? As far as I know, gingerism is largely relegated to the England, though the phrase "beaten like a red-headed stepchild" has been used around me a time or two right here in America. Perhaps it's because the English are beset to their north, south and west by redheads as Scotland, Wales and Ireland are said to have the highest concentration of gingers in the world. Read: Redheads Have More Sex According To Survey

Why is scorn for so-called carrot tops so widely accepted? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you put us in the sun for hours without proper shade or sunscreen do we not burn? If you take us for surgery do we not allegedly have a higher tolerance to anesthetic? Though nearly translucent, our skin is thick. We can take it but you shouldn't want to dish it. Get to know the real us, not the ill-tempered weirdos the media portrays us as, before passing judgment based on our locks. Isn't it time, Britons, that we moved past the color of our roots and sun-kisses on our brows and into the contents of our hearts and depths our characters? Read: Why Men Love Red Hair

The sons and daughters of Achilles may be a tiny minority (said to be 1-2 percent of Earth's population) but we are a proud one. Laugh with us for our Seth Greens and Conan O'Briens, don't heckle as if we were all Carrot Tops. Enjoy the beauty of our Julianne Moores and Alyson Hannigans, don't recoil like we were all Lindsay Lohans. And put no stock in the notion that red hair will be extinct in three decades: we're here to stay. Next time you see a ginger and think he or she may look interesting, pull up a chair and get to know us, as a person…please don't ask if the rugs match the drapes, though, you wouldn't like us when we're angry.

I would like to point out, that though I'm a member of the strawberry-blonde sect, I rarely have romantic interest in other redheads; maybe I'm trying to spread our recessive gene, maybe I haven't found the right one or maybe a cruel world has turned me into a self-loathing ginger like many of the poor souls who have come before me. Here's hoping it's one of the first two, we have enough to deal with as is.