Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And eat men like air. They make up just two percent of the population. So they're pretty extraordinary.
Redheads are too numerous to be ignored, too rare to be accepted.
It is so festive to be red. But it isn't always festive to be red. At any rate, at about age 19, if memory serves, my red hair became extremely beneficial, as though someone had flipped a switch. Either that, or maybe people just finally found enough sense to be afraid. Fear is such a healthy emotion.