There’s an episode of Will and Grace from way back when, where Grace flips her long red hair around dramatically and Jack points out dryly that she totally relies on her hair. Grace shrugs and smiles, admitting the truth. Of course she does… Don’t we all?
When you have red hair, it undoubtedly becomes a pretty big part of your life. You’re teased for it when you’re young (fire crotch – that hurts at age 12, when you don’t even understand the implication) and teased when you’re older (gingers don’t have souls – good one!). Many people love it, and shower you with compliments (hairdressers especially) and many men don’t notice you due to the lack of blonde anywhere on your person. You’re incapable of getting a tan that doesn’t come from a bottle, and you grow accustomed to the fact that freckles will be your skin’s lifelong companion.
Red hair can become so much a part of one’s life and personality, that you don’t really know what you’d do without it. Going to the salon for a cut is a thoroughly planned event – you’ll never risk changing your hair drastically for fear you won’t be able to live without it. (It took me more than 2 years to finally get my hair cut into bangs, and I honestly almost cried I was so nervous it would look bad).
You have this almost unhealthy reliance on your red hair for so many reasons.
Because when the sun catches it just so, you glow like bright flames. Because people stare at you on trains, sometimes even working up the courage to walk over and make your day by saying quietly – “you have such beautiful hair.” Because you can throw on red lipstick without a second thought, and pretend you’re Katherine Hepburn, Lucille Ball, the Little Mermaid. Because you get to be part of an exclusive red head club that welcomes less than 1% of mankind.
And in these glorious moments, you don’t care that your skin is practically translucent, or that you have to avoid a long list of colors and patterns when buying new clothes. You can laugh along with the ginger jokes, and especially find humor in jokes like this.
Because you’re pretty damn special, and if you could do it all again – the teasing, the aching sunburns, etc. – you honestly wouldn’t have had it any other way.