After spending a few hours on my couch watching various dating shows on a lazy Sunday afternoon, I came to realize that there really is a division between hair colors. At one of my last jobs I noticed that there was a solid territorial line drawn down the office between the blonde women and the “others”; and just like in war the sides did not play nicely together. But if there really is a separation, why does it always seem that women with red, black, and brunette hair wind up grouped together? In some cultures redheads were persecuted because they were/are believed to be evil. If anything, us redheads should be left grouped by ourselves flying our freak flags high and with pride. Yet it’s the blondes you are in their own category.
Thinking about this, I realized that none of my close friends are blondes but many of the women that I dislike are. It’s not that I steer clear of the tow headed population, some of my best friends throughout the years have been blondes, but perhaps not so ironically many where the friends who have done me wrong as well. I have no luck with boys of any color, shape, and size but again, the ones that were the worst to me were the blondes. Coincidence? I think not.
At work the other week I overheard a conversation between coworkers who were talking about what they thought people in our plants looked like based on their talks with them. One coworker mentioned to the other that one of the guys was a redhead. Coworker #2 responded with “I didn’t know that. He doesn’t sound like a redhead.” Now I know I have “strikes” against me for being an only child and for going to a Montessori school instead of preschool and kindergarten like most kids. Both usually bring a response of “that explains a lot” but I never thought about my hair color turning into one. What does a redhead sound like exactly? Can people tell just by talking to me on the phone that I’m a redhead and if so, what does that imply?
Perhaps it’s just because I am one, but I’ve always felt like being a redhead is like it’s own race that comes with it’s own unique beliefs and cultural misunderstandings. And from my love of people watching I don’t think that brunettes or blondes have the same experience. I’ve been asked before why I’ve never gone through a stage of wanting to dye my hair a different color and while it’s very un-pc I think of changing my hair color as earth shattering as an African American turning their skin white. My hair color is so deeply engrained into who I am that if I became a brunette or a blonde I would no longer be me. Whenever you lose part of yourself and your identity you rarely get it back. I refuse to tempt fate just to see what I would look like as something other than a redhead.
I guess that there has to be something that defines the type of person you become based on your natural hair color (or if you are someone who decides to change color and claim it’s real) or else there wouldn’t be blonde jokes or stereotypes about people with various hair colors. What do you think; does hair color truly define people? Is there a reason why blondes seem to always stick together excluding those of other hair color? Have I had one too many margaritas and really have no idea what I’m talking about?
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