I have a confession. I think I may be a ginger supremacist too. Or ginger preservationist.
Well maybe not to the above extent. I don't hate or ignore people who don't have red hair (probably because so many people don't have red hair). But I do get excited to meet other redheads. I feel we have a bond because of our red hair.
For example, in one of my classes we do these online discussions and papers. I have never met any of my classmates from this discussion board. We recently had to do a paper for this class and it could be done with another person. This girl from the class asked if someone wanted to join with her and I agreed (mostly because it meant less work for me). Anyway, I was excited when I searched her on Facebook and saw she was a ginger. We were emailing about the paper and I almost mentioned in one of my emails that I was glad to see she was a ginger. And that's when I realized I have a problem.
Maybe it's because Andrew teases me about being a ginger and so I've become more aware of other gingers. Maybe it's due to the recent articles which make me laugh, but also make me a little sad:
http://news.yahoo.com/nobody-wants-ginger-children-221409600.html
(Is it racist to turn someone away because of hair color?)
Maybe it's due to the recent Harry Potter movie and reliving the death of Fred, an awesome ginger.
I wasn't even really teased as a child to have some deep seeded resentment of non-gingers. I don't feel ostracized by society in any way. So where do my issues stem from? Is it wrong to want at least one of my future children to have red hair? Little girls with red hair are so adorable (in my opinion, but I'm obviously biased). I mean, look how cute I was (as Rainbow Bright):
Either way, I think I have a problem. I don't necessarily prefer the company of other redheads, but I wouldn't mind belonging to Red Oaks.
P.S. For those wondering, Andrew has a niece with red hair. So as the ginger supremacists above said, "There has to be some red hair in that family tree."
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