A lot of people think gingers are Scottish, but that’s not the case. It may be true that Scots boast 13% of the population having red hair, with Ireland having a delectable 10%, but our gingerness comes from unexpected climes.
Red hair actually derived from Africa over 50,000 years ago, as a reaction to settling in northern Europe.
Historically, redheads were thought to be conceived out of “unclean” sex. And of course, interesting nicknames were created to remind us of this myth (i.e. tampon top). That’s real friggin’ nice.
And we can’t forget the idea that many redheads were thought to be witches around 1400-1600. Simply having red hair was enough cause to be put to death during the witch trials. Ginger traits such as freckles and moles were also seen as “marks of the devil” and signs of satanic connections.
Ahh, then there’s the remark that every redhead has heard at least once in their life: “Redheads have no souls.” Special mention here to South Park for making this myth virtually indestructible. Check out the below clip!
I could go on and on. Now I have been out of high school for 30 years but my experience in school made me hate my red hair. I was also a very shy girl and took everything to heart. I had to change schools in 7th grade. New school people were not very nice. I went to school one day in my first week and there was a note on my locker that said “You can stick your red hair in your red ass.” Like I said I was so shy it crushed me. There’s no way I could have upset anyone I thought. Then there was a math teacher that I swear never learned my name, she called me Red and said it very loudly. I hated that. So many boys would ask me “Hey does the carpet match the drapes?” Again I was shy and wanted to run and hide. I also even had to ask someone what that even meant. 🤓 Then there’s the white skin that won’t tan. I found out quick no wearing shorts to school or everyone would pick on my white legs.
I also had horrible acne. Went to a dermatologist it was so bad and she said redheads do have more acne…specifically hormonal acne. ( I totally understood that! 🤣)
Anyway, I would go home and dream of dark brown hair. I always have thought that hair color is so pretty. I tried dying it with such bad results, ending up in tears. One time I had to get my hair stripped and recolored the closest they had to a ginger because I messed it up so much. I then got a perm, that didn’t help at all, now it’s kinky curly and red. Ugh. Next I went to wigs.
Soooooo fast forward to about 22years old I got my first tattoo. I then decided that if I felt different by my hair, let’s embrace it all over. I have 2 half sleeves, full chest piece, back, lots on my legs….just a lot. 😂 Then I’d say close to 30 years old I started to embrace my hair.
Society started to embrace gingers and we started popping up in commercials and people would mention what a pretty hair color I had. Others were coloring their hair red…Guys stopped picking on me and started to like my red hair….
Fast forward again to present day. I LOVE my red hair. I LOVE being a little different! I’m quite different inside and out I have learned, and I’m comfortable with that. I still get pimples though at 48 years old. Guess those hormones haven’t left! 😂
Anyway, just wanted to share how just the color of my hair pretty much ruined my self esteem and high school years, but molded me into who I am today. I am no longer shy and unable to speak up. 😜 I am really liking me and it has really hit starting in my 40’s.
Thanks for reading and here’s a current pic of me and a pic of me in one of my wigs I wore for years.