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Do you have red hair? Do you know someone hit with the ginger stick? Tell us your story.

(, Thu 25 Feb 2010, 12:54)
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all gingers smell of spam
and that's a fact
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 19:34, 1 reply)
I actually believe
that anti-ginger sentiments are no better than any other bigotry.

In fact, possibly worse.

A black child growing up with abuse at least has recourse to a family and friends, ginger children often do not even have that small respite.

It disgusts me to think of the abuse that these children get, simply because they have different coloured hair.

I suspect this would be considered amusing if I finished with 'and smelled like fox piss' or 'and look like Harpski', but I am not going to, I think it is uncommonly cruel and I am ashamed to live in a society where it is accepted.
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 19:20, 14 replies)
It could happen to you...
Got emailed an image of a florid little ginger baby, freckled face all screwed up. The caption said 'It could happen to you...'
Forwarded it to a friend
Reply came back

It has...

(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 19:11, Reply)
A mate of mine
(genuinely) ordered a pr0n video of films featuring Flame haired temptresses. He said it was OK, but couldnt work out why 2 of the women were sporting Hardwood Flooring.

edit; shaved "down below"
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 18:52, 2 replies)
Ginger beards....
... not too many laughs here, I'm afraid, but all true... ginger jokes can be a good thing.

I have brown hair but a ginger beard. It's not all ginger but enough so that my one and only attempt to grow it was met with sufficient ridicule that I never tried again. Turns out this runs in the family:

About 3 years ago now, my brother was dying. He'd had a dodgy mole taken off his back a few years before which turned out to be a melanoma and it had come back somewhere unexpected. Shit! So after a rapid decline we reach what is unquestionably the worst day of my life - I have to watch my little brother die at the age of 31.

Now we had known things were not going well for a few weeks but it had all escalated quite suddenly and one of his friends had travelled over to visit that day not expecting that it would be his last. By the time they arrived he was completely under and fading fast so they saw him but didn't get to speak to him.

A few hours later the world has ended and we're back at my, by then, late-brother's house, with his wife, trying to work out why the gravity is still working and the sky hasn't fallen in yet. His mate then turns to me and says "the bugger only went and died before we could rip the piss out of that ginger beard". Of course he'd never grown a beard before, but when you know all the lights will be going out soon, shaving is not too high on your priorities.

Now I don't advocate cruelty to gingers in the normal scheme of things, but if you can raise a smile on the very worst of days, then it can't be all bad. And my brother would only have been sorry that he missed the chance to rip back.
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 18:46, Reply)
If any of you live in Beverley
my mate's band is playing at the Sun Inn (which is opposite the Minster.) He's not ginger, but I don't know about the rest of the band
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 18:44, Reply)
He's one of the greatest song writers/lyricists Ive ever come across, he's been a huge influence on me since I discovered him about 6 years ago. God bless David Walls.
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 18:24, Reply)
when my cousin was pregnant
the one thing she said repeatedly was "please, don't let him be ginger". she isn't ginger, nor is her fella. their son has the gingerest hair you've ever seen. it's also very curly.
i didn't help matters when i saw him recently and yelled "he's got fucking clown hair!"
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 18:09, Reply)
I remember when I was a kid people were petrified of the gingers
Was in all the newspapers, on the TV, they even made movies about it.

Thank fuck the Red Army never invaded, that's all I can say...
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 17:19, Reply)
I would
go lesbian for Sara Rue and Alyson Hannigan.

And Carrot Top scares me.
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 17:12, 13 replies)
Red-Haired Giants of Nevada
I am sure I watched something about the ginger giants of Nevada/or Scotland on discovery, it's probaly crap but could go some way to explaining why red heads are mocked..maybe it's a primal fear thing, anyways found this -

Growing up in Nevada I had heard stories of the Sitecah from the Paiute Indians that lived in the area. They told of red-haired men and women of light colored skin as tall as 12 feet who originally lived in the area when the Paiutes had first arrived. Evidently these human giants liked to eat the Indians so they had problems making friends. The Indian tribes of the area finally joined and ambushed the giants killing most of them on the spot. The remaining giants took refuge in a cave. The Indians demanded they come out and fight but the giants refused. So, the Indians piled brush into the cave and set it on fire. Any giants that did run out were shot with arrows, the remaining giants were asphyxiated.

In the 1800s this cave was known as Horse Shoe Cave but is now called Lovelock Cave. Lovelock cave is located around 20 miles South of Lovelock Nevada.

Just imagine getting it on with a 12foot ginger woman - eeek!
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 16:57, 2 replies)
Ginger People
Are crunchy and quite moorish.

nom nom nom
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 16:39, 2 replies)
I am Barbarossa!
The men in my family can all grow gingery beards. I've been growing mine out lately as one of my theatre traditions (don't ask..)
It's apparently all down to my great grandad marrying a fiery Irish redhead.
And redbeardedness is also supposed to be quite common.
I've also got a bit of red in my, um, "pleasure patch".

My latest niece is of the ginger persuasion and is quite cute with it. I'm readying my arsenal though for when she attends school and the ginger-prejudice begins.

I've always been very attracted to the redheaded woman too. Not sure why but when ever I see a nice attractive ginge my brain tends to dribble out my ears ;-).

rgds Prof

Length: quite thick and itchy now
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 16:16, Reply)
My father is a ginger.
Well, was: his hair is white now. My fiance is a dark auburn. I've always had a thing for red hair (hell, I even used to date a guy that looks like Mick Hucknall).

Anyway, whilst I take after my mother in looks and am a brunette, I've got some beautiful copper strands in my hair that glow in the sunlight; people used to tell me what lovely hair I had, it really can look lovely.

So when I was 15, in typical surly slightly-rebellious teenage fashion, I decided to dye it. Not enough to get me expelled though, oh no. Just enough to have a few streaks of lighter hair to frame my face.

In my (non-existent) wisdom I used Sun-In. I ended up with two think ginger streaks running the length of my (waist-length) hair, on either side of my face, which clashed marvellously with: the rest of my hair, my uniform, and the embarrassed red of my face. I had to get my lovely long hair cut off into a bob, for which my mother never really forgave me.

The moral: don't use Sun-In. It's shit, and smells of rancid watermelon.
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 16:05, 2 replies)
Fie on thy prejudice!
Enough with the ginger bashing already! Just because they have terrible tempers, can't go out in the sunlight, and have no visible eyebrows, shouldn't mean they are treated with any less respect than anyone else.

(tips hat to a very old issue of Viz, crawls back under his stone)
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 15:52, 1 reply)
Kick a Ginger Day
Wasn't someone saying it doesn't happen in North America?


Not too cool. Anyone remember it?
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 15:45, 2 replies)
cos no one has psoted it yet
Lady's and Gentleman I prsent, Miss Ginger Minge!
www.electraisd.net/alumni/display_class.aspx?y=1993 (far right, 5th down) I know this has been posted on b3ta before and I know that she married someone with a surname like Hole or Box but couldn't find it.
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 15:43, 1 reply)
and there's a spare paper bag just in case that one falls off

(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 15:15, 18 replies)
When I was in the sixth form I dyed my hair red
After a couple of weeks it had faded to a fairly realistic ginger colour, and I had my first (and only) experience of anti-ginger prejudice. A guy in a white van slowed down, wound down the window and shouted: "Hey ginge, how's your minge, bet it's red, just like your head!" Then he drove off.

Oscar Wilde would be proud.
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 15:13, Reply)
Good Ol Facebook
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 14:59, 3 replies)
Protest anecdote (See http://www.b3ta.com/questions/ginger/post647009)
One of the channels (G.O.L.D. I think) had been showing Thin Blue Line recently and so I bought a DVD boxset. I'd completely forgotten the crush I had on Sergeant Dawkins. That was nearly 15 years ago, so I don't know how well she's aged.
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 14:57, 2 replies)
Ginger wanking material...

Gasp in awe at my photoshopping skills..
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 14:41, 5 replies)
I like
chubby girls with orange hair that's curly and kind of big and boingy.

There's no pun, I'm just saying.
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 14:32, 3 replies)
I'm a dirty blonde but my last red head gentleman friend put me to shame in the filthy fucker stakes. In the very best way.
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 14:29, Reply)
It's not always easy being Ginger

At public school, everyone's got a nick-name, not many of the chaps had as many as I did. Some of them were alright, some were downright filthy, but the one that always returned was 'thick fucking ginge twat'. To make matters worse, I was the only ginger in the family, and the lads never tired of the old 'I bet the milkman's ginger' jokes. Oh, how I laughed.

When I was almost 13, my mum died in a car crash. My dad was never very good with the emotional stuff, and anyway, he and my mum had been living apart for a while before it happened. Gran was great, but being the only red-head at the funeral only made it clearer to me that I must have been conceived outside wedlock.

I fucked my A Levels and didn't really know what to do, so I joined the army. Thought I might see a bit of the world and get to shoot someone - might make me feel better. I used to get pissed quite a bit and go clubbing but girls didn't really feel comfortable around me.

I'd do anything to join in, once there was a fancy dress party - mainly army guys - so I thought I'd make myself the butt of all the jokes and go as a nazi. That went down like the proverbial lead balloon.

God knows what I'm going to do with the rest of my life now. My brother's going into the family business, but he's made it plain that there's not much room for me.

Any suggestions you lot?
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 14:17, 2 replies)
Redheads - Always dangerous
The sage advice of my brother having split up with the firefanny that over a period of 10 months managed to empty my bank account whilst travelling the country fucking other blokes at my expense.

Long story.

Trouble is, I can't get enough of the ginge, especially the mental ones.

There'd be little difference between Florence Welsh's tits and a decorator's radio if I had my way.
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 13:22, 12 replies)
my ginger friend
refers to his ginger rude hair as "fire in the disco".

personally i like fantapants. the nickname, not the actual - fantapants. although i wouldn't really care what colour, so long as it was clean and trimmed...
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 13:15, 7 replies)
stealth ginge
So I have dark brown hair, but my beard grows ginger, with a pattern of black stripes, honestly, it's a bit weird. My chest/belly hair is jet black and my pubes used to be brown but turned ginger in my 20's. Part man part tabby cat I think.
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 12:37, Reply)
Personally I find redheads very attractive. My first experience... well it started like this.

She was called Sara - flame red hair, translucent pale skin, lips like two red rose petals floating on her milky skin, and a figure that was curvy in all the right places. The only downside: an accent from deepest Zomerzet, but this isn't the flirting QOTW so we didn't have to talk much.

I met her at university and had lusted after her for a while. Somehow, one night after some event or other, she ended up back in my room along with a bunch of my mates, and I realised she was subtly coming on to me. She manouevred so she was sitting leaning against my chair, with her lovely arse pressing against my foot, laughing at all my jokes and occasionally fondling my ankle.

Now my mates and I had worked out a signal for if any of us ever wanted to be left alone: I just had to tug on my earlobe and this was the sign for everyone else to leave, leaving me with the gorgeous Sara. So I tugged and suddenly they all yawned, made their excuses and left. All except Tom, who seemed to settle into his chair as if preparing for a long night. Sara's hand was now permanently on my leg, her head leaning against my knee. I tugged harder on my ear, almost wrenching it off, but Tom didn't seem to get the message and just kept talking.

I stretched my earlobe as far as it would go, waved frantically at the door with my other hand and tried to signal non-verbally to Tom that he had to get out, now. But he just went on mumbling about something or other. Finally, after what could have been hours, he decided to leave. Sara's head was heavy on my leg and when I looked down I saw she was asleep. Great.

Tom, the incompetent fool, was also a ginger. But I think that was coincidence.

Epilogue: When she eventually woke it was almost morning and she left. But some weeks later we copped off and I got to see her beautiful body, milky white with red bits: hair, lips, nipples, pussy, armpits. Armpits? Ah well, who cares.
(, Fri 26 Feb 2010, 12:37, Reply)

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