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?
Me and my red-headed sister and then my red-headed brother, with all other colors in between. Red hair apparently skips two generations, unless EVERYONE has red hair, and then you can’t tell. Our great grandfather had red hair and the story goes we inherited it from him. But we don’t have huge mustaches. My sister’s hair is wild and curly, mine is ornery and straight. Both of us had bright red hair which sadly fades with time…not to gray, but to a sandy kind of nothing color. I wanted it back! So thanks to the bottle (not the alcoholic kind) I have it backed, better streaked with blonde than I ever achieved with lemon juice in the summer sun.
Hi, Marti. Welcome to TSP, where we love us some redheads, we surely do. If you have not seen it, please do go get a copy of my book, The Roots of Desire, in which I tell all on the history, genetics, and story of red hair. I must admit, the book was a howl to write, discovering as I did, the real story behind those of us lucky enough to have red hair. Thanks so much for bringing your family to us. Please come back soon.