The Member Spotlight:
November 2001 Edition

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Redsugar
It strikes me as odd that the same people that treated us as outcasts as kids are hot for us now. My theory is that they're running on guilt. I would still be a helpless basketcase if it weren't for J.M. Linsner's "Dawn," the first sexy redhead I ever saw. I will always be a fan of his, simply for what he did for my self-esteem.

Rosarian
I didn't get teased about being a redhead, much. The one or two times I've been called "carrot-top," it was by brunettes, and I responded with, "yeah, potato-head?" Which pretty much put an end to that. I guess carrots trump potatoes in the elementary school world of produce.

Jackielyn
I denied that fact that I was even a redhead when I was growing up, I don't know why, I just didn't like it! I used to get perms and everyone would call me little orphan annie or pippy long-stockings! I hated that as a kid. But I have learned to love my uniqueness.

Mystical_Enchantress
Was I teased? Honey.....I had red hair (which I permed, God forbid!) and wore glasses! I was teased to no end! Carrot top, tomato, big red, you name it, I was called it! I really hated my hair. Adults were always telling me how beautiful it was, and all I wanted to do was dye it. I lived in Mississippi, where the only way to be cool was to have bleach-blonde, huge puffy hair...... egad! When I got older, towards my senior year in high school, it bothered me less. When I finally went off to college and then got married, I experimented with everything from blue-black to burgandy to blonde. They were all HORRIBLE! Then for some reason, I went back to my natural color, and now I am proud as a peacock to have red hair. I have a tendancy to flaunt it in other girls faces.....shame on me! I love my hair and take care of it religiously. I use it to my advantage, men LOVE it!

blossybum
I used to get alot of attention from older people when I was little. They LOVED my red ringlets that covered my head till I was 5. Once school started, I began to notice I was different from everyone else. All the other girls in my class had brown or blond hair and I longed to be the same. I've been called it all, gingernut, carrot top, freckle face, gingerminge! Etc. A while ago, I saw a girl who used to tease me in primary school. She had lovely long brown hair and she used to call me "gingernut" and all sorts of names. The funny thing is that now she has dyed HER hair Red!

Warnock
I like being associated with my kin folk. There are less people with red hair than any other physical description on the planet. We make up the majority of those with type A- blood, we will always be the ones running around in hats with sunblock 5000 lathered on and we will always be percived as mysterious and even sometimes magical. Being a redhead is being an anomalie.

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