Obsessed with Redheads

Obsessed with Redheads

In college, I worked at one of my school’s newspapers. The editor-in-chief at the time, besides once using someone else’s office computer to look at porn when he was drunk one night (She found it still on the computer the next day when she went to work. Lots of livid all-staff emails were sent.), also proclaimed to me an obsession for redheads. When I quit, he told me he was going to cry because he loved redheads so much. And remember that 25-things about you list that was so popular on Facebook around 2008ish? One of his list items was about how he had two obsessions: Diet Pepsi and redheads. His now wife, while not a redhead, is a little hothead firecracker. The stereotype of a redhead. She dyed her hair at some point to please him. Once, after I had left the newspaper, he apparently started going on about how I wasn’t like any other redhead he knew because I’m not feisty. (Little did he know.) Well, I lost touch with him, except for our obviously genuine Facebook friendship, until he decided to post on a status I wrote a few days ago. And stalk my LinkedIn profile. Twice. I don’t want to know why.

This guy is the epitome of a ginger phile. Super creepy. Ew, sick, gross. I’m really curious what type of porn he was looking at.

 

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  • If you go to Videos on Google and insert the correct search terms, you'll find out that there is that genre. I won't say more here.

  • Sometimes social media gives you pause when somebody crops up that you were never exactly close with, and yet they suddenly claim "kinship". Appreciate the "creepy feeling".

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    The Ginger Phile has had the unfortunate disposition of being a ginger since birth. She has tried various medications to cure her gingervitis, including therapies such as tantrum-throwing. Her efforts have been to no avail. Instead, she is trying to write it out, via this blog. Unfortunately, she doesn't think it will bear a soul for her. The Ginger Phile is from the exotic land of Wisconsin, where she had daily inner turmoil over whether she was a ginger or a daywalker. So far, three of three votes say daywalker. She begs to differ, as someone recently told her they would want to be with her if they were biking at night because she is so pale.

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