A History Of The Redhead~Vexings and Victories

Wednesday, November 14, 2018

My Dear Friends,
It's no longer National Redhead Day, but as I am a woman of her word, or attempting to get better at being a woman of my word I feel it pertinent to write straight away. I am but a work in progress, so thank you, jolly dependable readers. I love you to bits!

Won't you pour some tea, and we shall get on with it. I'm having some apple spice tea and honey. 

                    It's National Redhead Day!

I thought that being a true ginger, and the most common characteristic I have been known for  I should now celebrate the notion of having an extra chromosome. 

As you may know, I have been on the self-awareness voyage for more than four years now, and my thoughts have lead me to numerous evaluations. 

(insert a note here... I may sound like I am attempting to speak like an English woman in this post, for I've been heavily writing my romantic novel Deceit and Dissension. I am trying to write such as they would have in the Victorian era. I'm 40,000 words elbow deep. If you thoroughly enjoy Pride and Prejudice or Jayne Eyre, you'll adore my book.)

Ever since I was a sprout I've been the inquisitive one, and throughout my life, there have been assumptions made of me and my red locks, so on this special day, I'd like to share my experiences as a redhead as well as the vexings, victories and a tad of history. 

Throughout history and through the ages women with red hair were shunned, burned at the stake for having red hair. It was thought that we were witches, vampires and spewed fire from our lungs.

As a young girl with red hair, I was very much ridiculed. Until the last few decades that I've been alive, redheads have been looked upon as unattractive. I heard these sayings most of my life.
 "I'd rather be dead than red on the head." 
"You're so ugly, at least your hair is not the ugly orange hue."
"You're so white, you need a tan."
"You're an ugly freckled face redheaded girl."
"When you're old enough you should dye your hair another colour."
"No boys are ever going to like you because you have fair skin and red hair."
"You better pray you never have children that have red hair, especially a son."
"You're a mean little girl, and its because you have red hair."
"You redheaded freckled face brat!"

I think you can collectively understand my sentiments without me furthering my case that it created paramount insecurities within me by having red hair. I went a few years even dying my hair dark brown because I was so insecure about it. 

I think the one major thing i had to come to terms with was that nowadays women and girls dye their hair red constantly, as it's now deemed socially acceptable; and deeply admired. But when I was young I had so much bullying that it didn't seem fair when I'd see girls dying their hair. Do you know what I mean when I say that? I've made peace with it, but at the time I was somewhat bothered by it. 

Here are several things that do scientifically make me different because of red hair: 

1. Gingers have a recessive gene, and both parents have to have the gene in order to have a red headed child. They don't have to be a ginger themselves. Oftentimes they may carry the gene and not know it.
 2. We only make up 2% of the population, so we are very rare. England and Ireland have the most number of redheads.
3. Redheads are more sensitive to certain kinds of pain and are more resistant to pain medication. When I had my children, the doctors all said that they'd never seen someone that is so functional while being on such a strong epidural.  
4. True redheads are genetically different as we have a mutant gene.
5. We have a superior adrenal function. That means that in a fight or flight scenario having a redhead around will be of benefit, as we operate very well in dangerous situations. 
6. Redheads have a different smell. The skin mantle of a redhead is more acidic. That means that if we wear perfume, oils or fragrances they always smell different on us redheads. We also have to apply more frequently as scents fade from our skin more quickly than say a blond or brunette.
7. Hot and Cold. Redheads are more sensitive to thermal pain. We are more vulnerable to hot and cold temperatures. 
8. We are more susceptible to getting cancer.
9. We have more vitamin D than anyone.
10. We used to be seen as royalty in the middle ages and medieval times. Have you ever noticed how many redheads are either the heroines or the villains in movies and storybooks? 
11. We have a massive tolerance to heat. I can take showers and I am prone to only use the hot water. I have been known to scald people before, by sheer accident as I forget that i have a highly tolerable threshold for heat.

I have come to terms with being a redhead. i actually really appreciate and love that I am a very special person because I have red hair.

I passed my red hair onto two of my four children and I think they are the most beautiful creatures ever born because of it.

Here's a delightful book about the history of redheads: Red ~A History of the Redhead, Jacky Collins Harvey

Do you like red hair? 

   Most affably your til my next swim, Raquelxxx


  1. I am appalled that anyone would say such mean and vulgar things due to the color of ones hair. I didn't know half of what was on your list. My mom is a red head, but I'm not.
    I have a hand appliqu├ęd Christmas quilt. The angels on it are redheads. I love that feature as you don't typically see red headed angels.
    Have a splendid evening.

    1. It's bananas that people can be so naughty, isn't it? Now i can chuckle and take it on the chin, but as a little child it was damaging. That's also why I had to give Scarlette Rose red hair in my storybook. I's also because I am inadvertently SR. wink wink... You have a lovely evening too. I hung all your lovely treasures in my foyer. They are so lovely, and I'm so appreciative of your kindness.