redhead.

Here’s the thing.

There are chocolate chip cookies in my kitchen that just came out of the oven and their glorious scent is creating concentration issues for me… I’m also having a hard time typing without getting chocolate on the keyboard, so forgive me if it seems like my mind is all over the place for this post.
However, I believe I can compose myself long enough to give you a few of my general thoughts toward my mammal-defining trait. Like most things in life, (laundry, cooking, shaving) I tend to have a love-hate relationship with my redheadedness. You see, I wasn’t one of those lucky redheads like my sister whose hair came in red the first day it started sprouting. No, I was bald until I was two and then had this blondish-bronzy-mouse colored hair which sometimes decided to look red, but mostly looked like I liked to spend a lot of time in the pool.  Not necessarily a terrible thing, but when I was in the eighth grade and my hair fully turned the coppery shade of red it is now, it was somewhat of a shock. Not only to myself, but obviously to my classmates who weren’t very courteous in the way they pointed this out to me. So, naturally, identifying with the strange mass on my head didn’t come… well, natural to me.

I have come to terms with my redheadedness (for the most part) but I did have to be educated on what it meant to be a redhead and here are a few things I learned along the way:

1) Being a redhead means that you will never get a tan. So, when all of your blonde or brunette friends go to the beach during summer vacation and they ask you to come with them, be prepared to look like a stockholder in Sun Pharmaceuticals Corporation because two bottles of Banana Boat SPF75 may not be enough for the week long trip.

2) Being a redhead means that you will cringe every time someone refers to you as having orange hair.  Non-redheadians… it is true, though most red hair may actually look a nice warm shade of coppery orange, and resembles itself more closely to Crayola’s definition of orange than red, it’s red. It really, really is. I promise.

3) Being a redhead means that you will be asked if you are “fiery”. I have never quite figured out if this is a good thing or a bad thing, but it seems to me that it is bad. I believe the assumption is that if you have red hair then you must have a quick-tempered nature. Personally, I don’t think my quick temper has anything to do with the color of my hair.
And for your personal viewing pleasure, a trip down memory lane:

the folicular pigment transition.

Put on your sunscreen.

Love,
janine

5 Responses to "redhead."

  1. Mandy says:

    Oh, Janine. It’s all true! I also was a bald baby for a very long time, but I think my hair started turning red when I was in grade school. So I grew up associating the scent of sunscreen with summer. Open up a bottle of SPF 80 and… “Oh, it smells like the beach!”

    • Hahaha I knew you would understand! 🙂 I forgot to add that as a redhead, a lot of times when I first meet someone, they ask me if I know this other person they know who is a redhead… Does that happen to you? Do people really think there is a secret redheaded society and we all know each other?

      • Mandy says:

        Janine – I do get that question! Glad it’s not just me. And honestly, I think it’s a shame that our secret society obviously isn’t as secret as we thought….

  2. Carolyn says:

    Redheads, you have to love us. I didn’t have hair until I was older either. My mother says that she could hold my head up to the sunlight beaming through the window and tell that my hair would be red. I don’t think my temperament comes from the color of my hair either. My brother was redheaded and everyone used to ask us, “Where did you get that pretty red hair.” My daddy had red hair, but you really couldn’t tell because he had very little. If asked that now, I would have said “God.” I was the first redheaded girl in my dad’s family in 65 years; my grandma said that she prayed none of her girls would be redheaded. Anyway, she and I had a special bond. Perhaps we should start a secret redheaded society. Calm people need not apply. In case you didn’t know, statistics say that redheads occur 3 times in every 100 people; I guess we beat the odds. I prefer to think that God has an interesting sense of humor and has a great plan for us. Blessings to all those who have red hair, wish they had red hair, and who love those with red hair.

  3. Aww J9!

    I remember when you looked like this!
    I miss you more than words can possibly say.

    I’m so glad I found your blog! It’s in my google reader now!
    Maybe you’ll inspire me to update mine…though I doubt it because I never actually have anything or worth to say to the internet.
    haha

    I LOVE YOU!

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