Ah, the life of a ginger. Many have been the times when I've been heckled in town for having ginger hair. Sometimes they're driving past and take time out of their day to attempt to make mine worse. How delightfully pleasant of them, the fuckbags.
And I've also had the following many times:
Them: "Does your mum have ginger hair?"
Me: "No."
Them: "Does your dad?"
Me: "Nope."
Them: "You must be adopted, then!"
Despite the fact that ginger hair can skip a generation (And failing to take into account the fact that my grandmother, aunt and two cousins both have red hair, but I'm not about to give them ammo in the form of "LOL your aunt's your mother and she got rid of you!"), but I admire those people for not letting a little thing like science get in the way of an insult.
And for years, I've been trying to explain to what feels like everybody around me *constantly* that no, I will *not* dye my hair a different colour no matter how much crap I get for it, simply because it's a part of me and I will *not* change who I am for anybody.
Has that episode of SouthPark been referanced yet?
I've had that played behind me on the bus once or twice. And yet, if I killed them, I'd be the one going to jail.
Does anybody have any advice on how cut down on all this crap?
There isn't a way of getting rid of the crap you get, other than by slaughtering them and their entire family.
Affirmative action has turned into discrimination against whites trying to attend university.
Sadly, far too many people fail to understand that discrimination of any variety hurts somebody. Buzzwords like "affirmitive action" and "positive discrimination" basically mean "It's racism against whitey, so it's okay!"
"Reverse racism" and "reverse sexism" fall into that category too. I'm a white, straight male with ginger hair. I'm pretty much fucked on all counts.
Everyone LOVES my hair. I get compliments as much as you guys get insults.
Yep, it's the way of the world, it seems. You get BlazeTheVampire, we get Ron Weasley. Thank you *very* much Rowling. Thank you for making an entire family of downtrodden wizards (Half of whom are morons) ginger. I don't *want* your fucking pity. I want Ron Weasley to die in a fire for being such an idiot.
in fact one of my good friends is incredibly attracted to them.
A woman with *natural* red hair is an incredible sight, and I have a few photographs of red-haired women saved on my computer (Not porn, just normal pictures). Indeed, on a couple of occasions I've stopped what I was doing at the time and just watched.
So yeah, I'm all for ginger-men, lol.
*cough*
Seems like every red-head I've ever met in my life was short tempered
Self-fulfilling prophecy, I'm afraid. We're assumed to be short-tempered and violent because we've got red hair, but we get so much shit for having red hair that we tend to have short tempers and get violent.
but running to the teachers isn't going to fix everything
I know from personal experience that nobody in authority ever does anything to help you. Teachers never did anything when I got the living shit kicked out of me on what felt like a monthly basis. The police didn't do anything after I got chased by a lunatic classmate wielding a tree branch and smacked in the face (Killing one of my teeth).
And on the odd occasions that the bullies ever *did* get in trouble, all they ever got was a slap on the wrist. I've tried every suggestion known to man (Bar "Change yourself". A right lot of fucking good THAT advice would have done me). Fight back, don't fight back, turn the other cheek, use humour, tell a teacher, stand up for yourself...
Nothing solved the problem, and I am certain that only slaughtering them and their entire families (To prevent a Chav Backlash) would have freed me from those nutters.
On another note, nobody fucking smiles these days. I started walking home from work a few months ago (Got a bit of a podge, don't want it to get any worse) and I tried smiling at people who passed me. It's so rare that anybody actually does anything other than glare back at you that I'm always shocked when someone *does* smile.
And being shocked knackers up my plan to "try and build self-confidence" (I don't think I need self-confidence, but let's see if those self-important "I'm the man! You can be too!" quacks have a point or not) by winking at women my age when our paths cross.