I’m very grateful to Keiron for inviting to write for this blog I don’t know whether I’ve convinced anyone that I’m not insane just suffering the stresses and strains of being a joke rather than a human.
Society seems to act on the belief that REDheads have deliberately chosen to be born a bright and noticeable colour as a means of showing off and they must be put in their place and kept in their place.
Geri auditioned for the spice girls and became ‘GINGER’ because she was desperate for fame, fortune and attention.
I hate to be the centre of attention. I am a thinker, I like to observe and to write what I think and feel about what I see. Society states that I have a problem with my colour that I have a problem with self acceptance but that is not the case. I loved my colour but I hated the negative attention it attracts. I should have been born in a free country where I could choose what I am called, or not called. There is nothing about me that deserved the derision meted out to me. It is not me that holds me in low regard. Society doesn’t care that I am naturally a quiet, unassuming person they only see something that they feel entitled to mock. I can see that the colour is not mocked, that the people wearing it are not ridiculed if the colour they are wearing is man made and bears more attractive, desirable names.
The choice of words and language is of great importance in marketing and PR. I was well aware of the complete negativity of the word ‘ginger’ and the tone and context in which it is used long before Saatchi & Saatchi admitted it in BBC3s ‘F*ck Off I’m Ginger’. Some deadhead REDheads thought my speaking on the subject was slagging their colour when it is the ‘word’ I hate.
I feel I have been smeared with ‘ginger’, smothered in ‘ginger’, suffocated by ‘ginger’. I have been judged as ‘ginger’, ridiculed as ‘ginger’, dismissed as ‘ginger’, stereotyped as ‘ginger’.
I’m writing this now, as possibly my last piece as the stresses and strains of being the big, stupid joke have also taken their toll on my physical as well as my mental health. I’ve spent my life as an invisible human, the majority make no contact with me, they laugh right through me and they laugh so loud they never heard my mind, my heart and now my body breaking.