Having red hair is an attribute that I have come to love, even though there have been times that I wanted to dye it blonde impulsively. Red hair was not always a trait that we valued in society, in fact it was a source of embarrassment for some women, and was even linked to witchcraft during the times of the trials in Salem. My own mother was made fun of for her hair in high school, and was called countless names. Fortunately I've never been exposed to this sort of bullying, but I have heard some things on multiple occasions that I wanted to share.
1. Is that your natural color?
2. Do the carpets match the drapes?
8. You could really use some sunshine!
9. I heard your kind is going extinct, did you ever think about marrying another redhead and having kids?
Having this very rare hair color is both a blessing and a curse in more ways than one, but it is what makes me who I am. Just remember that every time someone points out the fact that you look pasty because you don't tan, or that you're the spawn of satan is out of mere jealousy. So to all my redheaded brothers and sisters out there, embrace your pale skin, freckles, and locks of auburn, because you're one in one hundred forty million.
