Don't get confused -- the event is August 7th -- this is just a visual aid. *Tricky Tricky*
The fact that Redhead Appreciation Day snuck up on me today was a cautionary tale and a reminder that we need to mark our various iCal and physical calendars (if you have one) with the necessary auburn adventures.
I am giving all of you ample time to coordinate Hipmunk and Kayak deals to book your flights to Ohio for the Redhead World photo shoot where your face can become synonymous with reveling in all that is red.
The Irish Festival that happened last year resulted in a photo of 200 gingers from far and wide and their site currently has nearly 3,000 members.
A shocking visual reminder that 200 redheads can occupy one spot -- From RedheadWorld's website
So go ahead and get out those mobile devices or month-at-a-glance monstrosities that have since been replaced with iPads and mark August 7th as a Sunday for observing your unique locks in some random backroad in Ohio that you would likely never go to except to celebrate how special you are.
Were you wondering why today felt so special? Maybe you weren’t.
But, nonetheless, today has been dubbed Redhead Appreciation Day.
Wait, you say. But my calendar has no such reminder of the worthy day to stop and take notice of the auburn amazingness.
I too was victim to the same level of shock, for my vintage Hawaiian calender reminds me of such recognizable gems as Nunavut Day (CAN), Marine Day (JPN) and Eid Ul-Fitr (ISLAM) but no mention that July 11th marks the day I should appreciate my strawberry locks.
Then I took a breath and Googled.
It turns out that this special day was created by Marble Slab Creamery to celebrate the single greatest hair color (If I were to insert a link here it would just be to Conan O’Brien or Tilda Swinton) and offer people sporting copper curls with a scoop of red velvet ice cream.
So whether you have them, love them, covet them, or curse them — if you can shake them or fake them — today is your day to revel and get free ice cream.
HAPPY REDHEAD APPRECIATION DAY TO ALL.
Well ever since the Super Bowl commercial that brought Betty White front and center in the entertainment world, the woman has been RED HOT!
She hosted SNL, posed for a calendar, made the late-night circuit and started a new TV Land sitcom.
Now she seems to be getting some red hair to match her hottness factor . . . at least on Hot in Cleveland.
I say rock on Betty! Don’t let all those young redheads from True Blood get all the attention. There is plenty of redheaded love to go around.
The Aussies have caught some scarlet fever – the hair not the disease.
The newly elected and sworn in Prime Minister Julia Eileen Gillard is a card-carrying member of the red (haired) party and is proud of it. But dissenters aren’t shying away from the opportunity to slam the scarlet siren based greatly on her troublesome tresses.
And rather than speaking feverishly about the PM’s stance on tax reform or indigenous rights, groups and discussions have launched. One such snub at PM Gillard is a Facebook group called: Don’t you hate it when you wake up and a ranga is ruling your country?
(Gillard is the first female Prime Minister of Australia and, on top of that, the first leader sans wedding ring. — You’d think there would be place for pacesetting praise?)
And despite the humor at the expense of the gorgeously recessive gene, another strong redhead is throwing her hat in the ring for the Australia Labor party.
Nikolee Ansell has started her campaign with a red splash, creating promotional material that reads: Red Head Power, Vote 1 ALP!
And her campaign is strong on change, as she aims to boot out the incumbent that has had the seat for 20+ years, National Party leader Warren Truss.
I say shake things up redheads and help reduce the stigma and prevalences of gingerism from the top down.
As a redhead with a blog about the fairer-skinned people, I am usually forwarded articles, photos and videos about carrot-top content. Par for the course, I received the heads-up that musical provocateur MIA made a video for her new single Born Free that deals, graphically, with ginger genocide.
The first time I watched this 9 minute video I was flooded with conflicting emotions about the images I was seeing. But more than anything . . . I wanted to watch it again.
The video was clearly filled with graphic images that evoke very different emotions from each person that views it. But I was especially interested in what other people were saying about this controversial mini-movie. A movie so “graphic” that YouTube pulled it less than a week after it was uploaded online.
The internet is filled with articles and blogs debating if this was a political statement or a well-crafted album sale catalyst. Some think that the use of redheads as the persecuted is hilarious while others find it insulting. But no one is left without some reaction to the shaking camera following SWAT officers rounding up redheads and abusing, maiming and murdering them in internment camps.
Some of the critics of this video have claimed that the violence is “beneath” MIA and unnecessarily gory. While I appreciate the varying sensitivities of people and visual imagery, I challenge them to think about when the depiction of genocide and maiming of a group is necessary? I think that Born Free is challenging the definition of who the enemy or the persecuted can be.
Could some view this depiction as preposterous because the wronged group is categorized by hair color? Could it be because they are white? Would people feel the same if MIA chose Jews or Muslims or Japanese people? Is it really that absurd when you look at the history of genocide and discrimination?
The images that director Romain Gavras chose to use to portray the total militarization of Los Angeles with the war on red echoed the public outcry against the Draconian law proposed in Arizona and offered and unapologetic look at what irrational panic the public gets caught up in when fear is inserted into the marketplace.
I see this video less of a graphic mockery of police-state action and segregation and more of a cloudy mirror being held up to the ease with which governments and people use moral panics to dehumanize groups of people.
I encourage people to view Born Free and judge for themselves.
Esquire called it and I whole-heartedly endorse it. The woman we love this year is the always alluring and seductive Christina Hendricks. With a body that belongs on 1950s pin-up calendars and a mouth befitting a sailor, this vivacious vixen has stolen the hearts of many – including me.
The newly married, curvaceous, 35-year old from Mad Men is helping chip away the beauty boundaries in Hollywood and I salute her. I’m off to go buy a dozen copies and pin them up everywhere.
Granted the photos aren’t Christina in all her natural glory (as pointed out by Salon.com) but I’m taking the gifts as they come. She is still gorgeous and worthy of all the fabulous titles Esquire is willing to bestow on her.
What are you waiting for? Go out there and get a copy.
So I was surfing through the interwebs in search of redheads discussing their pride on St. Patrick’s Day and came across some really great blogs/columnists that I can’t help but support.
The first is a redhead on the Roanoke Times staff by the name of Lindsey Nair. She wrote this article about her new love of Guinness. I might have to follow this carrot-top and see what else she churns out.
Then I found a blog (Raising Redheads) written by a redhead, Ramee, who is chronicling her pregnancy (of a possible redhead) and the upbringing of two copper-top toddlers Nora and Braden. Her heartfelt blog is compelling to read and I’m sure my mother would have loved this type of outlet when raising her redhead.
But one of my fav’s thus far is RubyMutant: This is Ginger Nation. Written with all the humor and flippant style that a redhead can truly enjoy. I recommend checking out her points of view on redhead history and fabulousness.
I also found The Quirky Redhead, Redhead Fashionista and Redheads and More Redheads.