The League of Extraordinary Red Heads is front page, above-the-fold news in today’s Albany Times Union. Check out this wonderful first person account of how it ain’t easy being red, by ginger haired reporter Leigh Hornbeck.
Redheads share roots in league of their own
New group gives fellow carrot tops forum in which hair color is bond
By Leigh Hornbeck
Wednesday, Jan. 30, 2013
Tonight, I will be with my people at Bootleggers in Troy. I’ve joined the League of Extraordinary Red Heads. Of course we will plot to steal your souls. We’ll follow it up with a brawl, then the men in our group will retire with their stamp collections and other nerdy endeavors while the women set out on a lusty path of seduction through Troy.
Carrot Top. Volcano. Rusty. Red.
It’s just hair, but it sets us apart in a way no other hair color does. I was called Little Orphan Annie throughout my childhood — conveniently the movie came out in 1982, when I was 7. In high school, one clever boy called me “Carrot Bottom,” because carrot tops are green. Everyone assumed I must have a hot temper. And whaddya know – I do. I was a serial hurler — phones, beer bottles, a bottle of dog shampoo. Then there’s the rest of the package — the white, white, why-don’t-you-get-some-sun skin, and the freckles. With the League, I’m looking forward to being among men and women who have been identified by their hair color their whole lives. It’s comforting to spot another redhead in a room. We make our way to one another, spilling compliments. “Your hair is beautiful. No, your hair is beautiful.”
Tonight my fellow gingers — a group League founder Duncan Crary pulled together because we need each other and we know how to have a good time — will swap stories about the crazy things we’ve been subjected to, as ambassadors of less than 2 percent of the world’s population.