As a ginger, you somewhat get used to the attention it brings. People want to come and tell you how lovely your hair colour is, they want to touch it, like it has some sort of magical ability. They want to talk to you about my heritage and where the red hair comes from.
Often, it makes a good conversation ice-breaker if you want to network and meet new people.
But sometimes you just want to blend in and not stand out like a beacon, signaling for gingerfans to come and engage with you and ask the questions that you’ve answered a million times before.
Of course, when they hear my Scottish accent, it’s another topic for discussion. Where you from? When did you come here? Why did you leave? Will you ever go back? Sometimes I wish there would be other topics of discussion to tete-a-tete over.
Last year, I got involved in a project called I Collect Gingers and Anthea, the photographer and artist, invited all her gingers along to secretly “take over” the opening of a art studio in Newtown last week. It was Performing Ginger Art at its best.
The ginger gathering was a bizarre experience!
The art studio was filled to the brim with 70 gingers and flashes of auburn, chestnut, strawberry, ginger and sandy were everywhere. I’d never seen anything like it! It was awesome and weird at the same time.
Not only were the gingers the majority, but the blondes and brunettes must’ve felt like the odd-man-out, for a change. I met gingers from Denmark and the States and chatted to them and how they felt about the ginger gathering.
We all had similar feelings. It felt rather empowering. It felt like you had a room full of comrades and cohorts and that we had each other’s back. We felt like we could take over the world! Ginger superheros. The ginger energy was exhilaratingly electric. It flashed and flaunted everywhere. The atmosphere was overwhelming and grand at the same time and it deemed absolutely remarkable to be a part of something so cool.
I can’t wait for the next ginger invasion.