I Have Red Hair

I have red hair. For this reason I have been singled out as a ginger, who according to South Park has no soul.  This shouldnt bother me, but I must admit it sort of does. It's not that I'm some kind of religious freak that feels having a soul is so damned important, I actually don't believe there is such a thing.

What bothers me the most is that before the south park episode aired, really the only 'insults' we Reds would face is being labeled a 'Carrot Top' or 'Fire Crotch'. These were easy to combat, because, well... I believe the red accents my cock and balls very nicely, and also when some body called me carrot top, I'd simply reply with, "Oh yeah, well your hair's the same colour as the shit I took this morning!" This would work 90% of the time in grade 3 because there weren't many blondes in my class.

So, once I found being called a ginger to be annoying, I tried to do the black thing, and claim the word as my own, as in "Bitch, that's our word."  For about one week that's what I said, until I finally realized that in the long run it would make no difference. I couldn't suddenly create a separate race for red heads, because after all it would simply lead to more racism.

After silently bitching about all this for months and secretly filling up with rage when Im referred to as a daywalker, something changed.  I had remembered everything I had learned in kindergarten about sticks and stones.  I repeated the old saying in my head a few times, and came out feeling better about it all.

So, in conclusion, words are just words so grow a sense of humour...  oh and fuck you Matt Stone and Trey Parker.