...I am a redhead tried and true, to my core and in every sense of the word. My mother was a redhead as was her father so that recessive gene really had a field day in our family.
As a child I hated having red hair, it seemed there was nothing worse that you could be and the teasing and taunting started when I was very young. In fact my mother was deeply disappointed to see she had birthed a redheaded daughter. I like to think that was because she knew it would add a cruel dimension to my life but her disappointment in me ran much deeper than just my red head.
History has not been kind to redheads. In biblical times red haired babies were left outside for the wild animals to destroy. Adam, Mary Magdalene, and Judas were all depicted as red haired and the mark of Cain is supposedly redheadedness. Modern society hasn't done much to change past views of the red inclined. The Nazi's were deathly afraid of redheads, as if they needed another reason to kill someone. Witches are often portrayed in cartoons as redheads as are most villains. They are portrayed as untrustworthy and unattractive, hot-tempered deviants. How could a person ever make peace with that?
There are some interesting facts about us reds that you might find surprising.
*Per square inch of scalp the reds have the least amount of hair but since it is so thick it appears to be much more.
* During the war when surgical supplies were low the surgeons would use hair from a redhead to 'sew' people up.
*only 4% of the worlds population is redheaded...most of them being from Scotland or Ireland. (my grandfather came from Ireland)
*we get more bee stings.
*obviously, the sun-burn-thing.
*we don't get gray hair...we go from red to white with not stopping for the gray.
*we really are stubborn and hot tempered but you would be to if you were taunted from birth.
* we are also very creative and great leaders...think Churchill, Elizabeth 1, and King Arthur.
So how did I come to this new found peace? age. As I stated earlier, I hated having red hair from the start. People would ask me 'where did you get that hair?' and always I would answer 'God.' It was very confusing to me as a child as to why people would care. As I got older the silly questions and teasing took a turn and I noticed that men, older men, I mean old men, would make comments to me. Most of them quite rude and crude. This was not only confusing and scary but I think this may be the time that I developed my 'temper.' I'll admit it...I have quite the temper and it doesn't take much of a push for it to come out. Later as I grew in to adulthood and my hair turned from carrot-orange-red to a blonde-red I began to feel differently about it and myself. Being 'different' wasn't such a bad thing anymore, I could fend for myself if necessary but it didn't seem necessary as friends, namely boys, found me interesting and funny despite the red locks.
At this point in my life it has toned down quite a bit and the annoying brightness is less of a problem. I enjoy not having to color/cover the gray/white. (I've tried it but coloring and/or perming don't take to red hair). I enjoy being just a little bit different and standing out in a crowd. I finally feel a sense of peace with who I am, hair and all. And if I'm completely honest, although I didn't want my children to have red hair (and they don't) I was secretly hoping that my grandbabygirl would have copper locks. She doesn't, but I can always dream.
Nobody who has known a redhead can say that redheads are tame. Even shy redheads have a burning spark of adventure inside them. Opinionated, hotheaded, logical, loyal, friendly, reserved, whatever the redheads' personality, you can bet they'll have SCADS of it!" - Review of The Redhead Encyclopedia