Last week, the worst thing ever happened to me: I was called blonde.
Let me set the stage for you:
My co-worker used the phrase “redheaded stepchild” and I (somewhat jokingly) called him out on it for being offensive. Then he apologized and said he forgot he was talking to.
Which led him into saying that he didn’t really think of me as a redhead and thought instead of me more as a blonde.
Which really set me off. So I explained to him that my hair used to be darker and curlier and started changing and it freaks me out because it means I’m aging. I’m only 30! (Although my mom says my redheaded grandmother had red hair until she passed away…despite always dying it blonde!)
Then he showed me a picture of a “redhead”, and said “Well your hair isn’t red like this.”
He showed me a picture of a fake ginger!
Then he showed me a picture of a girl with hair that he thought looked like mine, and I responded that that was definitely a real redhead.
Now he thinks I’m going to throw a brick through his window because he stuck his foot in his mouth…
But only a redhead would have that kind of temper, wouldn’t they? Not a “blonde” like me. *Evil smile*