Have you ever noticed how many times the heroine in a romance novel is a green-eyed red-head?  I think that happens because there aren’t that many of them so they are a novelty. They always seem to have a feisty attitude and are beautiful. I’m not sure if that has anything with their gene pool or the author’s fantasy.

According to the National Day of Calendar the Red hair gene is recessive and requires two copies for it to present itself. Even then there is no guarantee it will. If both parents have the gene, there is a 1 in 4 chance they will have a red-headed child. Most natural-born red-heads have brown eyes, followed by green or hazel. Coming in at 1% of the world’s population, the blue-eyed ginger is the rarest kind. If you know one of those, consider yourself lucky.

I’m sure we all remember that one red-head in school that everyone called “carrot-top.” Have you ever thought about what that felt like to the red-head? Now that I am older, I might recognize that as bullying, but I certainly didn’t as a youngster. In my teen years I often dyed my hair red trying to match the color of a guy’s hair that I had a big crush on. His hair was more the color of a red Irish Setter. I never came close to the right color, but it was fun to appear more daring. Now I am guessing my friends laughed at me behind my back because the color from the bottle was really quite awful. Oh well, I didn’t care back then.

Looking at the picture for this day reminds me of the flash fiction challenge at Carrot Ranch Literary last week. It was about copper country. It seems the little boy’s hair here is the same color as the copper pans pictured the other day. Now I am wondering why we don’t call “Gingers” or red-heads, copper tops. Maybe some people do and I just don’t know it. What do you call your red-headed friends? I know someone is going to answer, “Their name!”