While on one of my daily walks to procrastinate at work, a blonde woman walking behind complimented my hair color. This is not at all unusual. Since I grew my hair long enough to donate and started paying the equivalent of my future child's education on hair products, I get compliments on my hair, on average, every other day. I can count four incidences in the past week alone. In fact, my hair probably needs an ego check.
However, in an unusual twist, this woman informed me that she told her husband she was going to dye her hair red because it's so pretty. "Don't you dare," he apparently responded.
Why the woman felt the need to share with me that her husband prefers blonde over ginger is beyond me. I'm sure she just wasn't thinking that might be hurtful. Especially since she was flattering me.
Growing up red-haired, I got used to being told my hair is ugly. Some people just don't like red hair. And some people, interestingly, are scared of redheads. Others, apparently, have never met a real live ginger before. Or so I've been informed. We're not space aliens. Ok, we kind of are. Still, it's been a long time since I've been told of an American man who prefers blondes over redheads without a thought for my feelings.
And oddly, it made me feel just a little more special. Because it takes a special kind of person to like a special kind of hair...and the type of personality that comes with it.