My husband has red hair and I used to have hair with a bit of ginger in it, so it was pretty much inevitable that our children would have red hair. Funnily enough all the red went out of my hair when I got pregnant, and it’s never come back. Now I have to dye my eyebrows and eyelashes so that they match my new hair colour. Ain’t hormones weird? I think maybe my daughter stole it. Anyway, before my daughter was born, I bought a whole lot of green gro-suits. “Did you think you were having a boy?” the nurses asked after she was born. “No, I just knew I was having a redhead,” I answered. And she is a redhead. She’ll probably hate it, but I think she’s simply exquisite.
I’ve written before questioning why people have to be so mean to ginger kids. But this is a terrible story. A British family has been hounded out of three homes in Newcastle by thugs who are teasing the children about having red hair. I think the thugs should have their hair and eyebrows dyed red and have to put up with being called “Blue” for a few months. Or “Gingerhaired Pussy Cat” or “Carrots” or “Red Dog” or “Big Red”. And have people presume that they are about to lose their tempers all the time.
Ginger kids are human too. Give ’em a break.
(A picture of the Chapman children, L – R: Kevin, Daniel and Ryelle. Taken from an article in the Daily Mail)