1. Is usually a BLEACHED blonde!

2. Never developed any type of intellect, knowledge, or even common sense.

3. Has relied on the ape like "zeta" males of society to give her any guidance or support which usually consists of self-esteem building phrases like: "you're one fine assed bitch!".

4. Trauma/Drama scale is off the charts...a never ending stream of sympathy and attention (good or bad) is needed to keep this breed from feeling like a lowly "NORMAL" person

4. Her confused and atrophied brain is a virtual wasteland of any thought, and is too feeble to generate the energy to ever figure out why she keeps getting screwed, dumped, beaten, abused, used and crapped on, when the answer is blatantly obvious to everyone else.

5. because she has been led to believe that her one and only asset is her looks, she has made her "looks" everything that she is. When her looks are gone, she will essentially be NOTHING...but an empty blonde head.

6. Life quotes: at 21-"Ya' really think so?" at 40-"I thought you loved me!"

1. Most wish they were Blondes.

2. Biggest problem is "not getting the guys" like Blondes do so they quickly become bitter and usually develop an attitude about it.

3. Tend to be more intellectual than Blondes due to #2

4. Relatively average on the Trauma/Drama scale, but can go either way depending on their temperament and environment.

5. Life is easier for her than any other woman, Brunettes have the reputation for being more intelligent, "down to earth", and stable. That in and of itself makes it easier for them, example: Neanderthals looking for an easy lay will go for the Blondes!

6. Life quotes: at 21-"You expect me to fall for that line?" at 40-"Actually yes, I do come here often!"

1. There ARE no typical Redheads!

2. Quite often grow up as awkward ugly ducklings, that are ridiculed, put down and made fun of.

3. Can be either totally ignored by boys or are the recipients of the "Charlie Brown" syndrome (boys infatuated with "The little red-haired girl").

4. Commonly by the time they blossom into the proverbial "Swan" the damage to their fragile self-esteem has been done.

5. Trauma/Drama scale does not apply to Redheads in general, they can be as tranquil as a limpet pool, or as violent as a cyclone...and are usually both.

6. Life tends to be more turbulent for a redhead, but usually her determined and fiery spirit tends to pull her through. On the outside she may appear to be strong or even a bitch, but on the inside she is overly sensitive and extremely vulnerable. (see my mall encounter story)

8. If you are ever forced to defend yourself from the wrath of an angry Redhead and she gets a handful of your hair in her fist...consign yourself to the fact that that hair will soon be detached from your scalp.

7. Life quotes: at 21-"Guys are JERKS!" at 40-"Men are JERKS!!"

The mall encounter

This really happened at a mall in Fayetteville, North Carolina when I was stationed at Ft. Bragg in the Army back in 1985.

When I wrote description #6 for Redheads, it brought to mind a while back when I was at a Mall. I was in one of the common areas of the mall where people can sit and wait, or eat or whatever. I (of course) noticed a beautiful young red haired woman in her early 20's and she had a cute little red haired girl in a stroller that looked to be about 8 months old or so. Well this little girl was just having a grand OL' time testing out her vocal cords in the big open spaces of the mall. I think she was getting a kick out of the echoes or something...it was very sweet and cute. After about 2 or 3 minutes of intermittent voice testing and serenading by this sweet smiling little wide-eyed angel, a large black man (6'6 or so 200 to 220 lbs.) that was sitting a few tables away stood up walked over to the little mother and (very menacingly I might add) told her that she needed to shut her kid up!

Now, my heart was already speeding up at this point because this guy was being a total jerk about it and obviously was one of those guys who thinks since he is so big that he can intimidate anybody into doing what he says...heh heh. For a brief moment I actually had the brilliant vision of me jumping up and telling this guy off! then proceeding with a scenario like something out of a Bruce Lee movie (I think it was "Enter the Dragon"). What happened next will stick in my mind vividly till my dying day...She stood up and nicely told the man "No, she isn't hurting anybody". Then he made a very, VERY BIG mistake. He said "Look none of us want to hear this crap" and just ever so lightly...kicked...the wheel...of the stroller. The next microsecond seemed like an eternity as I saw this tiny little mothers fist heading for this huge guys face! Problem was that she was at least a foot shorter than this guy and her fist wound up hitting him directly in the Adams apple. I don't to this day know if she MEANT to hit him there but I do know that based on her size it was probably the most effective strike she could have landed (except for the obvious one located much lower on the body). He of course immediately leaned forward, grabbed his throat and started choking and coughing and gasping for air etc. while she then proceeded to kick him in the ribs numerous times while screaming at the top of her lungs "You don't fucking TOUCH my baby you motherfucker!" and she was really winding those kicks up! I watched in shock as she would step back a few steps then run towards him to land deep powerful kicks into his ribs, she looked exactly like a football player trying to kick a field goal with a huge black man! her long curly red locks danced wildly around her head like angry flames! After the third kick (by the way I did hear what sounded like twigs snapping) he fell to the floor a blubbering mass of jelly. She then picked up her purse, reached down to her daughter in the stroller and said "It's OK honey Mommy's OK" in the sweetest voice, then strolled off through the mall. The little girl started singing again as they strolled on by me.

I was just standing there with my chin on the floor when I realized that I was a Paramedic and should probably take a look at this guy real quick. but 3 security guys got there before I could and called the "Mall" medic. I hung around for a while watching the guy cough up blood just to see what was going to happen. Security started to look for her but didn't find her. About a half hour later I saw her at the other end of the mall looking as if nothing happened so I went up to her and told her that security was looking for her and said she might want to make a beeline out of there, she sweetly thanked me in the most polite feminine voice, yet I couldn't resist saying "by the way, THAT WAS AWESOME" Her response? She turned, looked at me with sort of a half grin on her face and said:

"Well, What did he expect...I'm a Redhead!"