I am a ginger. Sometimes, that term is considered an insult. Some gingers become offended at the use of the term. I like to think of it less as derogatory, but more as description. Like saying someone is Italian, or pale, or likes ice cream.
YUM. The first time I learned about the term
"ginger" is when this video came out, of a very angry and misunderstood ginger that must have been getting loads of hate for his
creamsicle locks, and the fact that those locks apparently dubbed him as
soulless.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EY39fkmqKBM
And then other very insulting things, such as these. Which don't make quite a lot of sense, but provide for a very humorous abhorrence for the ginger race.
oo...apparently they've never heard of gingers without an overwhelming amount of freckles!
"THE SUN: Burning gingers so we don't have to"
^^Self Explanatory^^
And so, in conclusion, I believe in myself. I believe in the fact that I have a soul, that I am a nice person, and that I don't need a cure. Or sunscreen every time I step outside. Or a frightening lack of freckles.
Just my thoughts for the day.
This summer at camp, a boy asked me if I was a ginger or a redhead. I understood the question (my hair can look either red or orangy depending on the lighting), but honestly, I hadn't known that there was a difference between the two. I had always thought of the term "ginger" as an insult instead of a descriptor. You're right, it doesn't have to be. But then along came the Internet, with these jokes that turn a beautiful recessive gene into a disease - "gingervitis," let's call it.
ReplyDeleteSo I'm not as far along as you are. I'm not quite ready to accept myself as a ginger. I'm proud of my freckles and the fact that I burn (though not to extent of the guy in the second picture - yeowch), but until I wake up one morning to find that my soul has disappeared, I think of those as redhead traits.