The Member Spotlight:
August 2003 Edition

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Prana
[On growing up with red hair]: I thought it was fabulous. Undeniable proof I was a long lost Celtic princess switched at birth. Or perhaps, one of the aliens that crashed at Roswell, from a planet populated by spectacular redheads. No one in my family has red hair, no one. Which gives me hope that someday my enormously rich family will come looking for me. Hey, a girls gotta dream. Sure I got picked on a lot, called a redheaded-step-child or Pippi Long-Stockings. But it didn't bother me, because I knew they were all jealous. When you're a redhead you don't just draw attention or light up a room, you set it on fire.

Kareneeb
People have always called me some variation of "Red" and I love it. I do not nor have I ever taken my redhead status as being a negative thing. I am one of a kind. I was the only redhead my whole life through school until highschool when I was joined with one more - equally as pretty but I had bigger boobs which worked in my favor. I was always looked at as the fiery, wild one that all the guys wanted.

Crimsonlady
I lived in Japan for 4 years as a teenager. We took a tour to a remote island to look at the temples and Bonsai trees. The people there didnt know what to think of me. My skin was fair and my hair was bright. Not only that, but at 14, I was way taller than the people that lived there. There were people that came up to me and touched my hair like I was something from another planet. Pretty soon a crowd gathered around. It was very weird to me as a teennager. I was not comfortable at all and wanted to leave right then!

Poetess
The strangest comment I've ever had was when a 'gentleman' approached me in public, said I had lovely Titian hair, and then, with a leer, asked: "Is yer downstairs hair as red as yer upstairs hair?" I'd been asked similar questions before, but this man--who was British--found quite a unique way of asking. I've never yet dreamed up a witty come-back to these kinds of comments, so I stole a line from Colleen McCullough's book, 'The Thorn Birds:' "What did you expect? Purple feathers?" This line has served me well, so........thanks, Colleen......I truly don't mind people singling me out because of my hair color and length, so long as they aren't rude or intrusive. I do, however, resent being asked, "Is that natural? Or do you get it from a bottle?" What difference does it make, anyway? I'm also rather weary of men telling me that they love redheads because we are hot, passionate, wild, etc. We may be all those things......but that DOESN'T mean that we are 'easy.' My advice to people? If you like the hair, great, by all means say so, but leave the rude comments unsaid. They don't flatter you.......or me.

Tiana
[Regarding stereotypes about redheads]: well, what i tell people when they ask about that is that we are all crazy but there is a reason for it. you see, the red in our hair is caused by copper deposites. and if you recal in the mining era, the copper miners could only spend a certain amount of time in the mines other wise the compounds in copper would fry thier brains and they would start acting crazy, go insane. the copper in our hair releases this compound and that explains our quick personalities.

Dawn Rachel
I think sometimes people are intimidated by things they don't understand or things that are different--sometimes that is how it is being a redhead--you are different--and sometimes that is not accepted by others... but as an adult it is much easier than when I was a kid--b/c if you don't like me now, OH WELL--it won't break my heart b/c opinions vary--and I know who I am--I don't need some judgemental person to tell me who I am... but as a young person you want EVERYONE to like you--so it is hard to be different. But now, I know who I am... God made me a redhead & I am proud of that!!

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