Extinction?

DNA

Another note on gingers.  We only make up 1-2% of the world population; but we are not dying out.  It is a mutation and we will prevail!  As I stated previously, it takes both parents carrying the “gingervitis” gene, which is recessive.  However, despite the parent’s hair color they could still carry the mutation.  In fact, this gene has been shown to even skip generations. 

 It is the strangest thing, having someone (a complete stranger) come up to you and tell you, you are a dying breed.  At first you think, oh, he’s referring to the fact that I’m a real lady, a gentlewoman.  But no, he’s heard some bogus study claiming that by the year 2060 there will be no red heads left on Earth.  Yeah, maybe we’ll get on a spacecraft and start a new civilization away from all the discrimination/ignorance.  However, even if we (as if I’ll be leading this space exploration) successfully depart our dear mother Earth, we will have to check back continually for new mutants—I mean redheads. 

It’s not as if the fact that I’m a ginger has somehow held me back in life.  I have successfully finished college.  I am in a healthy monogamous relationship.  I have had a steady job from one employer for four years.  Life should be good.  However, I sometimes feel like a freak-show at a circus, as my dear grandmother put it, “It’s like you are a national park and people are have a right to view your beauty.”  Come one, come all, see the natural splendors of your local ginger!  Hm, maybe I should start charging admission.

Not my Nana

Speaking of dear Nana, the demographic that loves me more than any other: L.O.L. (little old ladies).  I must be the granddaughter they never had.  At work, they immediately attach to me.  They are more curious than other admirers and shower me with compliments.  After this initial contact they forever remember me, sometimes dismissing my coworkers.  They discuss their last visit, ask for recommendations, tell me about their other grandchildren (by this time I’ve adopted them as surrogate grandmothers), and show genuine curiosity about my day.  Hm, maybe I should start cashing in on this via butterscotches and superfluous birthday checks. 

Curious, my asides have increasingly to do with cash.  Maybe I should start a fundraiser.  “Feed the ginger”?  No that sounds like a zoo attraction, and I’m well fed.  Can’t do an “Educate the ginger” because I have one bachelor degree already.  Any suggestions?  Note: I am not a great dancer, my sewing skills are lacking, I can make a mean bowl of popcorn, and I can walk to dog like no ones business.