WHAT’S A REDHEAD to do? We try to behave. Really we do. And we try to calm our tempers. But it’s no good, as little good as trying not to feel the sting of the pain at the dentist, or letting ourselves go under at the anesthesiologist; asking us to behave is like asking us well, it’s like asking a redhead not to blush. It’s just not going to happen, now is it? And why would it, when yet another American icon has gone and reinforced the idea that redheads are–how shall we say—hot?
Have you seen the new Barbie? Specifically the Mad Men Barbie collectible of office manager Joan Holloway? Our dear friend Pam, at Retro Renovation, brought it to my attention (thanks, sister) and I’ve been laughing out loud ever since.
If you’ve seen it, you know what I mean. If not, well, get a load of this, my redheaded sisters, and then try to act like a brunette.
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I had a blonde Barbie and a redhead Midge. I remember concocting elaborate plots involving the two of them and their (usually) difficult love lives. You’ve got me all nostalgic now.
Hey, Sandy: I loved Midge. In our version of the Barbie-Midge morality tale, she was the racy one, though of course she would be, being the redhead, yes?