Last night, feeling pretty fresh about yesterday's National Love Your Red Hair Day blog post, I am minding my own fucking business, taking the Ashland bus down to meet some friends to play Whirlyball, and I hear some dude making random comments. I don't understand what he was saying, and I have a feeling he's talking to me.
So I turn and look at him to see what the hell he was trying to say. First mistake. He's looking straight at me. I turn back around and face forward.
"Hey, why do you have so much red hair?" he says in the creepiest fucking voice I've ever heard. He stares at me without blinking.
I see the people around me turn to look at him. They're not used to hearing this kind of shit.
Do not engage, I repeat to myself. Do not engage.
I face forward, praying he doesn't follow me off the bus.
Or worse yet, try to sit next to me. I contemplate moving from the window seat to the aisle seat I left empty next to me, but that would place me closer to the potential ginger phile.
Why can't I ride a fucking bus without being harassed, for my hair, or otherwise? I was doing so good yesterday. But unfortunately, National Love Your Red Hair Day turned into National Despise Your Red Hair Day for me.
Sometimes I really regret the harassment and and comments not having blonde or brown hair incites. And unfortunately, the bullying didn't stop at youth. As much as we would all like to think it did.
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