“Kick a Ginger Day”
I’m a red-head (I don’t know when we became “Ginger” but… whatever… I’m a red-head) by birth, certainly not by choice. I carry the mutated MC1R protein in my genetic makeup, which I have most certainly passed on to my children, but thank mighty Odin, I married someone who does not carry that same mutation and so, my children have wonderfully non-descript brown hair.
Now, you may be thinking that I’m a self-loathing red-head. That’s not true. I’ve come to terms with the fact that I have red hair, that I have freckles, and that I sunburn at the mere thought of the summer sun. I’m in my 40’s, I’ve had time to come to terms with long sleeves and wide brimmed hats. I’ve gotten to the age where the knuckle-draggers of the world don’t call me a “Carrot Top,” “Freckle Face,” “Flame,” or some other vile slur, and with age, my hair is beginning to turn a wonderfully snowy white.
I just did not want my children to have to go through the same kind of hell that I did while in school. Luck was on the side of my kids, not a red-head among them.
So, when my nephew (a red-head) said on Facebook that he hated “Kick a Ginger Day” I thought… What!?! Sure enough… there’s a day; created by the scum behind Southpark. There’s even Kick-a-ginger-day.com where they state that Gingers don’t have souls so it’s good to kick them.
In Canada, there have been cases where gangs of Neanderthals have viciously attacked red-heads on this, most vile of days. And yet, no one does anything about it, no one puts a stop to it.
What would happen if someone organized (and I am not for this idea in any way, shape, or form... it's just an example) “Kick a N_ Day,” or something like that. There would be outrage in the streets. Cities would burn. But Kick a Ginger Day, and people kind of laugh and go on with life. Disgusting!
Well… There is one red-head myth out there that is, in fact, true. Red-heads earn a freckle for every soul they steal. Don’t believe it? Go ahead… Kick Me! *Insert evil laugh here*