Sometimes you just have these tiny revelations. For example, lemonade is called lemonade because it is made of… lemons. Or the little symbol on the inside of your boots denoting that they’re made of leather? It is the skin of a cow. This week I had a tiny moment of clarity about the series As Told By Ginger. It was broadcasted by Nickelodeon, and sometimes when I really couldn’t find anything else to do I would watch it. Actually I didn’t really like it, though I guess I was supposed to be able to relate to it, the story being about teenage girls and all that. Anyway, when thinking about it, I suddenly realised: Ginger actually is a ginger.
How I first came to think of this strange topic, however, is because I recently entered the realm of gingers myself. About two weeks ago I decided to finally go to the hairdresser’s and get it over with. While waiting untill the dye had done its work I got my first accusation of soulless-ness – of course I handed this professionally by giving the only valid response to such a charge: GINGERS DO HAVE SOULS!!!
Ever since, though, I haven’t had any negative comments on my new haircolour (in my face, that is, but let’s just assume that’s all there is to know. 
). In fact, after some time of getting used to it, most people seem to be rather positive. This weekend someone even asked me if this was my natural haircolour!
All in all, it’s weird that it really took me more than two years to work up the guts and get it done. Sure, it’s easy talking now, when everything turned out just fine, but still. 
I am proud to be that first negative reaction :p