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. ┬áNot 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. ┬áNon-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