I love Gingers because… I am one.

I have a two year old daughter and I am hoping her hair turns red. This is so that every time she comes home from school upset by the name-calling and all the rest of the scrutiny that follows it, I can do the one thing my mother never did for me. I want to kiss all over her face and head and tell her that I love her. She has been blessed with such beauty. And when she gets older if a man rejects her because of it, he would have to watch out for a swift kick to the nuts. By showing her support and being her shoulder to cry on I hope to instill a sense of confidence and pride in herself as a young redheaded woman like I never had growing up.