Tuesday, October 31, 2006

AMC Monsterfest on Alert

The troops are on a 24 hour stand-down on the Canadian border.

The diplomats are negotiating but we're still in a wait-and-see-situation.

The Canadian spent four hours waiting in court today for the judge to hear his continuance motion. So I have to hand it to him that he is, in fact, making an effort. However, the judge won't get around to hearing HIS motion until tomorrow. And thus my anger has abated somewhat. So, we are still in a holding pattern but keeping on yellow alert.

And so while I curl up for the AMC MonsterFest Marathon ...I have the matches and lighters on standby.

Stealing the Fire from Hell

I love Halloween and I think it's a very misunderstood holiday. Its origins are in Celtic (Irish, go figure) - a harvest celebration - a coming together of death (the harvesting of the crops) and life (coming from the food from the harvest).

Interestingly enough, redheads have long been associated with the supernatural. German folk culture believed that redheads were witches and from 1483-1784 thousands of suspected witches were stripped and searched for "marks of the devil" which included any abnormality such as freckles, moles, warts or birthmarks. This pretty much screws most redheads since many of have many many freckles.

For example, my mother doesn't tan - she just waits for all of her freckles to connect to make her darker! I have a few but nothing even close to that. I'm not a be-speckled redhead. I'm just a redhead who can't get a tan to save her life. Oh well.

Because of our natural beauty or "abnormality", an estimated 45,000 women were tortured and murdered, usually by burning at the stake or by drowning.

Germans weren't the only culture to persecute us - Egyptions also regarded redheads as so unlucky that they had a ceremony in which they burned redheaded maidens. Still Greek mythology tells us that redheads turned into Vampires after they die and during the Spanish Inquisition, redheads were thought to have stollen the fire of hell and had to be burned as a witch.

Hmmm...i was a witch last year....maybe I'll go as a devil next year :) I like the "stealing the fire of hell" bit. I'm sure some of my ex's would agree.
Either way, light your pumpkins, break out your candy, and be nice to redheads today - who knows....we might be witches after all!

Monday, October 30, 2006

Get Out the Matches

I think I’m just having a case of Monday BB (Bloggers-block) and I'm still trying to REMEMBER the weekend before I can decide what to WRITE about it!

However, there were some rumblings from up north - i.e. Canadian drama.

So the Canadian was scheduled to come down next month and take me to the wedding of a friend and an EX (nightmare, I know). I thought that since this the wedding of not only an ex, but an ex that cheated on me with the friend that he’s marrying (and I’m the maid of honor because I ‘introduced them’ , and also because I’m WAAAY too nice) that I needed to show up #1 looking UBER-hot and #2 with an even HOTTER date (think a tall (6’7), dark (parents are from South America) & handsome (JFK junior look-a-like) and did I mention BRILLIANT (a masters in IR from JHU and now top 10 in his law school class). A rational conclusion I believe. So Canadian was going to fly down, we were going to have a lovely weekend in a lovely hotel with lovely people etc (and might I add that he volunteered to go – I didn’t even ask. I think he was nervous that it’s on a military base and I cannot be held accountable for my actions when there are uniforms involved). You can tell where this is going....I know.

I stepped up the ‘nagging’ factor on Friday as he hadn’t gotten his plane ticket yet, and the wedding is 3 weeks away. Given his track record, while it IS improving he has NEVER been dependable. He’s had to work late, had friend 'emergencies', etc. and missed black tie events, concerts, parties, football games, you name it. Again, we’re working on this but the fact that he hadn’t made a monetary commitment to this weekend as yet had me a tad concerned.

So he called me on Saturday to say “don’t shoot me” and my stomach falls into my Nike’s. “what? ” “I might not be able to make it” “why? ” (sounding disappointed, unamused, short, and generally, displeased). Then he gives me the song and dance about how he has to be in court, do the lawyer thing, just scheduled, blah blah blah. But that he is filing for a continuance on Tuesday, the judge should rule then, there’s no reason NOT to give him the continuance and if he gets it he will book the fight that day.

Now I’m an understanding girl when it comes to relationships. I trust him that this is happening. I understand that it's his job. I know this. Normally I would just shrug it off and deal. However, I’ve gotta tell you that I’m upset. I KNOW it’s not his fault but I guess if I weren’t expecting it, if I weren’t conditioned to be endlessly disappointed by this man – IF HE COULD JUST FOLLOW THROUGH ON ONE G*DDAMNED THING ONE TIME I could deal.

I’m willing to bet any amount of money that he does not, in fact come. So I will show up at the wedding still looking UBER-hot but tragically, uber-single. What sucks is that when I RSVP’d us, the bride called me and said – “this isn’t the same Canadian that broke your heart, who’s death we were plotting for a good portion of 2004?” “yes it is but things are better, he’s changed blah blah blah” “well I’m skeptical but I’m glad you’re happy and I can’t wait to see you both.” So now I’ll have to listen to the bride say “I told you so.”*

Ya know, I should have known this would happen, the last wedding we went to together, he left me in the middle of the reception to go play poker with his buddies. I so I did what any normal woman would do….I spent the night with the Best Man at his suite at the Watergate.

I wonder what the military-base equivalent of that scenario would be?

On the one hand I feel like an IDIOT because I feel like I'm banging my head against a wall and not getting anywhere. On the other hand I didnt even ask him to come, he suggested it. I think I'm just mad at myself for getting excited about the weekend and thinking that it was ACTUALLY going to happen.

Anyway, folks, keep those matches handy for come tomorrow evening – if I am suddenly Red party-of-one…I’m going to start the Canadian Flag burning pile out on my balcony.


*ya - I'm listening to a classical music station on my computer...and the "Wedding March" just came on. I think I'm going to loose my lunch.

Friday, October 27, 2006


wishes you ALL a SAFE and


The Canadian & The Punk Rock Fairy*

Ok - it's about time I had to do it. I have to come clean.

There is a character that, while a leading man in a former blogging life, has yet to make a guest appearance in this daily drama we affectionately know as "A Taste of Red." In the Irish Red E-True Hollywood Story (as yet unmade) a large portion of the subject of romance between 2003-2006 (and beyond?) will be taken up by a boy we will call 'The Canadian' (because...well...he is..in FACT Canadian...yes, I know I'm just THAT creative).

So when the E! Channel finally catches on they will tell how I met this gorgeous, 6'7, brillant, funny, JFK Junior look-a-like in 2003 while shopping in Hecht's just before Christmas. I will smile as I recall that he asked to take me out to lunch right there and then drinks that night. And when he left the table to go to the restroom I called MK (my then roommate) and said "this is it. I'm having drinks with the man I'm going to marry." (What did I know? I was 23!)

They will show scenes of us blissfully happy for about 6 months, they will show scenes of us beginning to fight after month 4 because he wouldn't introduce me to his friends, because he was emotionally unavailable, because I did not feel like I was a part of his life. After several interviews of MK and Barbie #1, 2 & 3, saying how much he hurt me, they will pan to shots of me crying when he told me he was leaving for a year (his law firm was transfering him to Switzerland).

They will then mention that he was only gone 3 months, during which time we talked, chatted and emailed almost every day and he apologized, flirted, promised everything would be different, and so I welcomed him back with open arms (and a lovely black lace ensemble from Victorias Secret). And then they will interview me and say "tell us how you felt when The Canadian told you he had decided to go back to Canada for law school." And a tear will creep down my cheek, and I will try not to smudge my mascara as I wipe it away.

And I will say "it hurt but I tried to be supportive and make the best of the time we had". And they will ask "And what happened when you found out that he had cheated on you with multiple women over the course of your year and half relationship?" And another tear will creep down as they cut to Barbie #1 who will tell them about the night I called her crying. Oh - but how quickly the Canadian came a'runnin when I started dating someone else! (Again, wanting what you can't have?)

And then they will cut to a commercial break as the viewers are wondering - how in the world did they get back together? Well, we haven't established that they have, yet.

But before you start burning Canadian flags on my behalf, o darling defenders of Red, we started talking again this Christmas on a conditional basis. The conditions being the I WOULD meet his friends that I WOULD be a part of his life. That he WOULD NOT stand me up. That he WOULD remember, celebrate and purchase gifts for my birthday. And any remnents, traces, or residue traces of lying, emotional witholding or dishonesty of any kind and it was over.

So far, he has been true to his word I have since met friends, he has been more emotionally expressive and available. And so far so good. However we are not officially 'together'. I didn't want a long distance relationship because that just opens the door to lying, cheating, etc. It's an ambiguous scenario at best.

So here we are. When we're together, we're together and when we're not...well...i obviously haven't closed myself off to other options. But he is still a part of my life and before I start venting and bitching and stressing about the situation on here, which I have needed to do (get ready, sports fans), i didn't believe I could do it properly if ya'll weren't entirely up to speed.

So now you know. And there it is.


On a lighter note - this weekend's goolish festivities will include me sporting punk rocker garb (sanz fairy wings...HATE the fairy wings. Who ever heard of a punk rock fairy anyway?). Should be fun!!

*Doesn't that sound like a Mother Goose Fairy Tale on Crack?

Thursday, October 26, 2006

Place in the sun for redheads?


Have that skin that burns but never tans?

Researchers at Harvard's Dana- Farber Cancer Institute and Children's Hospital Boston think they're close to developing a way of protecting fair-skinned people from skin cancer caused by sun exposure.

The study involved engineering a bunch of red-haired mice and applying a cream to them that turned on the tanning machinery in their skin cells. The compound, called forskolin, is derived from the root of the forskohlii plant, found in India. The mice involved in the experiment turned dark, proving that proper stimulation can cause even redheads to tan.

Because people who tan easily or have naturally dark skin are far less prone to skin cancer than fair- skinned people, the findings suggest, drug-induced tans can protect at-risk people from the disease.

The researchers say that sunless tanning may also keep people from sunbathing, further lowering the risk of skin cancer.

Melanoma is the fastest-increasing form of cancer in the world, accounting for 62,000 new U.S. cases every year and nearly 8,000 deaths, according to the American Cancer Society.

The study appears in the September Nature.

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Maybe that was the redhead in you coming out?Actually, naturally I'm a sort of medium mouse.Did people treat you differently when you changed your hair color?I behaved differently. When I was a blonde, guys treated me like a girl...a girly girl. Then as a redhead, I was a little more sassy, maybe a little more boorish — more how I am inside.So you feel like red is the real you?Yes. Being blonde was always other than what I really am. I thought I wanted to be one of those softer, girly girls. Then I grew out of that. I realized I'd never be a sweet girl. [Laughs] Never.
But then I came across, like, THREE redheads today while I was out
shopping. A redhead is a creature that looks and acts like a human woman in
almost every way except she is of exceptional beauty and charisma. The red hair
is given so as to draw attention to her, as part of the reason they were created
was as a means of testing God’s faithful servants. The red hair ensures that
they get noticed. It’s often thought that men just fetishize the red hair, but
actually the red hair has little to do with their irresistable charms. It’s just
that every woman with red hair HAPPENS to be irresistable. As an act of mercy,
God hides the redhead’s supernatural charms from the eyes of most men.



So after much hemming and hawing, I’ve finally resigned myself to go to Dallas and be with Dad and Sally for Thanksgiving for the following reasons:

  1. None of their other children are going as they will be with in-laws or are pregnant, or are working

  2. Sally's not had the easiest year and she's looking forward to hanging out

  3. DK's* working - so our annual turkey-fest doesn't exactly fit into his schedule

Let me take a minute to introduce Sally - have you seen the 80s soap opera, 'Dallas'? Well the woman is Sue-Ellen reborn, only strawberry-blonde and perhpas slightly more maternal.

Now really, it’s not that I don’t love these people or want to see them and have lots of turkey with a hefty helping of parental bonding…I just do much better with them one on one rather than as a singular unit.

I predict the bondage…I mean, bond'ing’ will go something like this:

  • Sally (Sue Ellen) will pick me up from the airport, tell me I’ve lost weight and then say something along the lines of “only 20 pounds more to go, right?”

  • We will arrive at the condo to a barking dog (I will have already begun to miss my cat…) and be greeted with a warm hug by my father, who will be happy to see me. It will be late, dad will open a bottle of wine and Sue Ellen will stay up for a little while and chat before going to bed around midnight but not before she reminds me that I should do the same to prevent dark circles under my eyes

  • Dad and I will catch up and chat about everything from music, to history, to the latest political issues of the day. And we will drink until around 3 or 4 a.m. (as is our reunion ritual) until we touch on the subject of family matters such as Princess or pregnancy or the family feud I've created in the past week

  • The next morning, we will watch the Macy’s Day parade and I will long to be in New York (not AT the parade but waking up in DK’s* Harlem Loft) where it’s cold outside, where it is urban, where I do not need to borrow a car.

  • Thanksgiving is the one time of year when I cook something other than lean cuisine, and my culinary efforts are welcomed and appreciated by DK and his friends. Instead I will be sequestered in condo-hell and forced into culinary slavery in Sue Ellen's kitchen where she will comment on what I choose to eat at dinner and how much.

  • Knowing Sue Ellen, ever the social maven, the next day or evening we will inevitably be scheduled to attend some club event, horse race or black tie affair (none of which are entirely unplesant - in theory). However, Sue Ellen will criticize my outfit, ask me to change, disapprove of that, and then whisk me off to the stores the to get me something ‘appropriate’. We will chat in the car and while shopping and she’ll casually mention the benefits of Botox and that maybe I should consider it as “Ya know, darlin," (in a hushed tone) "26 is the age that fine lines start to appear”. But "don't you worry your pretty 'lil head because I know the cutest lil' boutique we could stop at on the way home! And do you know you don't even need an appointment?"
Sorry, don’t feel like injecting my face with toxins, but thanks for thinking of me!

I do not believe there are enough Margaritas in the state of Texas to get me through the pending weekend.


*DK (Drama King) is my little bro, the struggling artist

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

The Lesbian Baby Shower

Charlotte: I promise I won't become one of those mothers who can only talk about diaper genies.
Carrie: Good.
Samantha: What the hell is a diaper genie?
Carrie: I don't know... someone you hire to change a kid's diaper?

So after a night of Irish pubs, gossip and shots of Yeager and Red Bull, I decided to take it down a notch and attend a baby shower for two really good friends of mine who are, in fact, lesbians. (not that there’s anything wrong with that).

Now I’ve actually never BEEN to a baby shower before, oddly enough. Yes, I have friends and family that have kids, however none of them seem to be located in the vicinity of the DC-MD-VA tri-state area and I could somehow never justify flying across the country to watch a bunch of women ooo and ahh over a diaper genie (or pee-pee teepee as was the case on Saturday).

Side Note: you know I’m pretty sure I could have gone the rest of my life without knowing what a pee-pee tee-pee was OR its function in modern day America and been perfectly happy.

Additionally I think it should be said that I’m a girly girl. I’m just not yet at that state in my life where I prefer booties to Manolos; baby powder to Obsession; lullabies to rock concerts or epidurals to Ortho Evra.

Thank goodness for the Mr. Wall Street.

Now you wouldn’t think that a baby shower, gay or straight, be an environment conducive to meeting a guy – well apparently you’d be wrong. Especially when the girl in question gets grossed out by such subjects as dilation, breast feeding, and stretch marks. Incidentally, I think the whole practice of breast feeding is unnatural and barbaric. I am a woman – not A COW and so there will NEVER be anything hanging off me and sucking fluids from my body! Oh! And still horrified that anyone would schedule an event in the middle of College Football game day – that’s just inconsiderate and…well…wrong! Isn’t there an Emily Post article on this topic? If not, there should be!

So while everyone was gushing over the newly unwrapped baby blanket (eye roll), I escaped outside for a much needed cigarette away from all of the estrogen and who should follow me, but the rather attractive brother of the mother-to-be who also seemingly to be the only straight, single man within miles of this gestational shin-dig located smack dab in the middle of a suburban, cookie-cutter, driveway cluttered, kiddy toy littered hell! And what should he have but a light, and the football scores…sigh….my hero.

So we chatted, even played a little basketball in the chilly October air, and generally avoided the domestic goddesses inside unless we needed to refill our drinks. He is an incredibly adorable, funny investment banker with a brownstone on the upper west side of Manhattan. Who knows if I’ll see him again though he offered to tour me around the NYC sports bar scene the next time I was in town, which is actually the most tempting offer I’ve had from a man in a while. Clearly the way to this woman’s heart is through beer and football. Yes, I know...I'm an uber classy gal.

Mr. Wall Street, you had me at “Michigan is up by 7 in the 4th”

Monday, October 23, 2006

Little Mermaid is Voted the Most Popular Redhead

The Little Mermaid is Voted the Most Popular Redhead

Disney has a way of proving that some things get better with age! Disney's Ariel, The Little Mermaid, proved to be the most well-known red head, in a recent study conducted by Omnibus Operations: Ipsos North America.

The animated character (who has her own U.S. postage stamp) was better known than such modern day red heads as Sarah Ferguson (former Duchess of York), Pippy Longstocking (popular children's literary and film character), Julianne Moore (The Hours, The Big Lebowski), and Debra Messing (TV's "Will & Grace").

Red heads were also most perceived as "unique," according the study. "Feisty" was the second-most common perception, followed by "smart" and "sexy." "Nerdy" was the least-perceived trait, with only 3% of total respondents identifying red heads with it. Respondents were asked why they would not dye their head red. Adding to the "unique" factor, the majority reason was because they were afraid that red hair would not go with their skin tone.

Another red head fact that many don't know is: Ariel was almost not a red head! When the Little Mermaid character first came to Disney, her "look" went through an early design process. Of course, her red hair won out. For fans worldwide, Ariel is an icon of red-headedness - a unique, feisty character beloved by millions.

On October 3rd, The Little Mermaid splashes onto a spectacular 2-disc Platinum Edition DVD for the first time ever. Winner of two Academy Awardsâ (Best Music, Original Score; Best Music, Original Song "Under The Sea," 1989), this new DVD features an all-new digital restoration, and is presented in all-new 5.1 Disney Enhanced Home Theater Surround Sound, for the best picture and audio quality ever. The Little Mermaid 2-disc Platinum Edition is awash in bonus features, including the all-new "Kiss The Girl" music video performed by Ashley Tisdale. Fans will thrill to the new "Under The Sea Adventure," a virtual ride inspired by the famous "Imagineers" of Walt Disney Imagineering. There are never-before-seen deleted scenes; a first-time-on DVD new animated short "The Little Match Girl;" behind- the-scenes specials; and much, much more.

Marilyn Merlot

Ok – right now all I’ve got is randomness from this weekend:

Apparently I started Red Family WWIII. Parents are mad…Baby Sis is mad….Oy! Talked to Princess….she said Baby Sis wouldn’t would get over it, that she has no reason to be mad, and that the whole situation will blow over. So I feel a bit better about that.


The Professor did indeed txt me on Friday night. The conversation went something like this:

Professor: Are you having fun on your date?
Red: I’m having a great time – and I never said it was a date
Professor: Where are you at?
Red: Biddys in Dupont – come out!
Professor: Call me when you’re ready to go home, I’ll pick you up
Red: Thanks, but I can make it by myself. Feel free to come out though and have a drink!
Professor: Sorry, I don’t chase
Red: That’s funny….neither do I!

And then this little exchange Sunday afternoon:

Professor: HI
Red: Sup?
Professor: You were being a cock tease on Friday
Red: Well, seeing as how I had no interest in your cock on Friday or any other day, I hardly think I’d want to tease it
Professor: …[silence]….

I personally enjoyed that last reply. I actually think it shut him up! Woo Hoo!


I received a fantastic gift from Barbie #1! A bottle of 1994 “Marilyn Merlot”!


Did you know that Ms. Monroe was a natural redhead??

But that’s not the reason I adore her. I'd love her even if she were a natural blonde! Perhaps that’s the reason I have such a fondness for fire engine red lipstick!

I will never open this bottle of wine – or if I do…it’ll be a damn good reason, like my 50th birthday, or my first cosmetic operation (jk)

Saturday, October 21, 2006

redhead society

It's not easy being red: Princeton Redheads Society
Princeton students celebrate 'the redhead experience'
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The Princeton Redheads Society has gotten official recognition and funding from Princeton University.

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PRINCETON, New Jersey -- From Elizabeth I to Robert Redford, redheads have stood out throughout history because of their distinctive fiery manes. Now, students at Princeton University have joined forces to discuss and celebrate their unique experiences of having red hair.
The newly formed Princeton Redheads Society, which obtained official recognition and funding from the university, has begun to bring together red-haired students in meetings and parties centered around the theme of "the redhead experience."
Founded by red-haired Princetonians Ann Glotzbach and Doug Rosenthal, the group meets in a red-painted room munching on red snacks such as Twizzlers and sipping cranberry juice.
Members plan redhead-oriented events, honor red-haired faculty members with sunscreen awards, and discuss the many implications of living with red hair.
"It brings together people who may never have met otherwise," said Glotzbach, a senior in the sociology department. "The only thing they have in common is red hair, but that ties them together in such a strong way."
Earlier this year the group played host to Moontan 2004, a nighttime barbecue with Afrobeat music, glow-in-the-dark beach balls and red drinks.
Though the moonlit event was a nod to redheads, whose skin burns under the sun, a diverse group of students responded to the invitation's declaration "All hair colors welcome."
Other events will include a Valentine's Day bash and Eric the Red Day, in celebration of the red-haired Viking who is believed to have colonized Greenland.
The group, with a mailing list of about 80 red-haired students, has achieved such popularity among non-redheads that the officers created a "liaison" program. Liaisons do not have red hair, but help the redheads plan events.
"We're not one to discriminate; we've always been singled out," Glotzbach said.
Redheads face challenges from the sun as well as society, according to some Redheads Society members. Easily spotted in crowds and classrooms, redheads are sometimes the objects of "carrot top" jokes and other teasing.
"You get some attention and hopefully you learn to use it for the better," co-founder Rosenthal said. "For one thing, I think it's one of the reasons a lot of redheads develop a good [and often somewhat sarcastic] sense of humor."
The group has also brought red-haired students in contact with a professor equally passionate about the redhead condition.
Princeton English professor Anne Daniel has spent the past four years pondering, researching and writing about the portrayal of redheads in literature, as well as treatment of redheads in different cultures.
Her forthcoming book, "Redheads," shows that male redheads throughout literary history have been portrayed as powerful and untrustworthy and the red-haired female as devilish and seductive.
While political movements in Ireland and Scotland strive to gain political protection for redheads against discrimination, Daniel finds that in America today redheads mostly enjoy a positive aesthetic status, particularly females.
"In the case of redheads, a stereotype that began negatively has been turned into something very different, and empowering for red-haired women, " she said.


Blondes might have more fun, and gentlemen may well marry brunettes, but redheads are remembered. For while they have had a troubled history - being burned as witches, sacrificed to gods and condemned as unlucky or insane, to give just a few examples, there has always been an edgy glamour attached to women with red hair, from Cleopatra to Rita Hayworth to Julianne Moore.

A recent report by the Oxford Hair Foundation in the UK has caused shockwaves in the Netherlands: redheads, it says, are dying out, and could become extinct as soon as 2060.
The two main factors involved in this demise are genetics and migration. The gene that gives rise to red hair - and often pale, freckled skin - is recessive, which means it is easily dominated by genes for other hair colours. So if, for example, you have a brown-haired mother and a red-haired father, you are most likely to have a brown-haired child.

Sonja: "I used to get called 'lighthouse' at school"Ilse: "My husband loves it!"Out of existence In order to have a red-haired child, both parents must be carrying the gene. However, you can be a carrier without actually having red hair yourself, which is why a red-haired baby can sometimes come as a bit of a surprise. With only around one percent of the world's population naturally blessed with titian locks, the theory is that the gene is simply being diluted out of existence.
Erik Sistermans is a molecular geneticist at Radboud University Medical Centre in Nijmegen:
"What's happening now is that due to migration from other countries, there are less red-haired genes and more dark-haired genes coming in. But if you go to Ireland or England, and also some Scandinavian countries, you'll see more people with red hair there than you will in China or Africa."
Mostly found in ScotlandThere are always exceptions to the rule of course, and it is possible to be a redhead and have darker skin that can cope with a hot climate. But it will come as no surprise to learn that rain-soaked Scotland has the highest proportion of redheads in the world - around 13 percent - while Holland is still above average at around two to three percent.
Dr Sistermans, like some other experts, believes that 55 years is much too soon for redheads to die out completely.

Chantal: "People ask me if it's real, and if I'm Scottish or Irish"
"I think it will take longer. It will depend on many factors, including the amount of migration and the exact mingling of the different groups - if they don't mingle, then you'll still have red hair."
Finding modelsWhile looking for redheads to interview for Dutch Horizons, I stumbled upon an unusual art project. Bart Rouwenhorst is an artist who paints models (that's people, not tiny aeroplanes). He had the idea of doing a series of 15 paintings of naturally redheaded women, but at first had some difficulty finding them:
"When you start really looking for something, you find out how rare it is. And no one is half a redhead - you're either a redhead or you're not."
However, word soon got around, and in the end almost 300 redheads contacted Bart through his website, expressing their interest in the project. Since there was no way he could paint them all, Bart decided to take a group photograph, and invited all the redheads to take part.

Bart Rouwenhorst gives instructions to the group of redheads below - while press photographers capture the moment.Redhead sisterhoodThe venue was the small town of Asten in the southeast of the Netherlands. All around the town - on the bus, in the streets, in cafes - there was a real sense of fellowship and sisterhood as redheads, all wearing green, acknowledged each other with smiles and struck up conversations.
On the stroke of noon, the flame-haired participants - together with dozens of Dutch press - congregated in the town square, which the mayor of Asten had had specially cleaned for the occasion. In fact, the whole town entered into the spirit, with local shops offering deals on henna shampoo, red wine, tomato soup and buns with orange icing. As Bart was hoisted aloft in a crane to take his photos, directing the ginger group below (very politely) through a loudhailer, opera singer Annelie Brinkhof (a redhead of course) let rip with an aria. All in all, it was quite an experience.
But what about red-haired men? While evidently they are vital for the production of future redhead generations, they are by no means an automatic choice of mate for red-haired women. And even though the list of famous male redheads is impressive - Christopher Columbus, William Shakespeare, Vincent van Gogh - they can't quite seem to shake their negative image, even with Robert Redford on their side.

Laura: "I've never had any problems with it"Anna-Marie: "People often tell me I have beautiful hair"Evolution So if redheads carry on mingling with people with genetically stronger hair colours, could science intervene to help stop their extinction? And should it?Dr Sistermans thinks that in, say, 80 to 100 years time it will be possible for genetic scientists to influence factors such as hair colour. But that doesn't mean that they should:
"We are doing genetic research in order to cure people with genetic diseases. If you use it to change hair colour, in my opinion you are misusing the knowledge that you have. Then it gets very dangerous… what about big noses or small toes? Where's the limit?"
Dr Sistermans believes nature should take its course: "Things appears naturally and disappear naturally, that's evolution. Of course it's a pity, but we shouldn't make a big problem out of it. There will always be people with red hair, they won't disappear completely - every now and then, someone will emerge with red hair, so in the future it will perhaps be even more special and more beautiful."

Friday, October 20, 2006

Men Love Bitches

It's True. Men love bitches.

A phenomoneon I’ve long suspected but never really had the chance to explore. There are books devoted to this subject. I must confess one of these little self-help gems is on the floor next to my bed. Great advice, however, I find that when I like a guy, I can't HELP but be nice...accomodating...which leads to me being COMPLETELY taken for granted.

But it's AMAZING how easy being a bitch comes to me #1. while i'm working. #2. when I'm NOT ineterested in the particular guy and #3. when I'm on a self-proclaimed dating hiatus. SO I engaged in the following txt exchange not with the alterior motives suggested in the afore mentioned non-fiction, just under fircumstances #1-3. I inadvertantly tested this theory and good god - the nice thing is overrated.

Background: This is a man (The Professor) who I briefly fooled around with when I first moved here. So I was 22, he was 27ish. We never did much outside of his apartment, I started to get attached, wanted to date, he wanted someone older (i.e. not me), we stopped chatting. Then the acquaintence was accidentially renewed when ran into eachother (he was teaching at the grad school I was attending)…and I had this teacher fantasy….blah blah blah. Again, it didnt end in a dating scenario.

ANYWAYS I have not seen this man in about 2 years but apparently I Imd him Friday night at 4 a.m. (I think I Imd everyone at 4 a.m.) So he’s been txting me. I should also mention that #1. I gave up the f*ck-buddy/friends w/ benefits scenario a looong time ago. #2. I have since dated MUCH cuter, smarter, and sexier boys…I have upgraded…I’m over it.

After blowing him off for a few days, here are excerpts from our exchange (with obvious translations and interpretations):

How is the hottest girl in DC?
Fine - when did I win THAT contest? (oh PULAH-EESE)
Confirmed bachelors of DC took a poll (at least he's creative)
Great - nice to know I'm loved (eye roll)
Whatcha up to?
Good! Busy. Working. (i.e. hello – I’m annoyed, talk to me later. )
You work too much - And don’t spend enough time keeping me entertained at work
no time (stop making my phone vibrate!)
You should call me this weekend if you’re bored
I’m seldom bored – so you’ll have to give me another reason
Call me if you want me to XXXXXX (edited to keep this blog at least rated PG-13 minimum)
Haha! I rarely call men but if would like to take me out, I’m free next week (i.e. I will NOT be your booty call, because I’m fabulous and you... not so much – so if you want to hang out with me there should at least be dinner involved. HEY a girl’s gotta eat!)
I am leaving on Sunday for a trip
Well Have Fun! (yea! Conversation over?)
Wow you’re passing on this weekend that quickly? (persistant little bastard)
I don’t have time for you to take me out this weekend
Shame, I miss you (since when do you even THINK about me? Ohhh…since I started not caring?)
I’m sorry – just booked we’ll do something when you get back
Oh well - When you get done with your lame date on Friday night then call me
Who said it was a date? And I don’t call men
Then I’ll call you when your lame “non date is at its lowest point (I have a date…with a group of girls and a martini the size of my face...not that he needs this detail)
Expect a call from me
Um…Ok – can’t promise I’ll answer, or meet up…(just being honest)
I’ll be convincing
Cant wait (should be good bloging material if nothing else)
Where are you going out?
Very nice, I’ll be sure to be by to pick you up when you start to yawn
Uh huh (who are you? I’m sure I’ll be albe to get back to my apartment fine by myself)
Yawn? Who says I’ll be sleepy?
Oh I know you won’t those yawns will be to make him go home early. Just send him to a markup vote when you get bored (making fun of the fact that I once dated a government official)
Haha – we’ll see
We shall – I hope you wear something fun
Ur getting ahead of yourself
I’m trying to help you on your date
Well thank you, Yenta
My pleasure

Good lord. Should be interesting to see if he does in fact try to hook up with me tonight. Don't worry, I am in NO danger whatsoever of being seduced by the Professor.

But why is this? Why do men ALWAYS want what they cant have? Be nice to a guy and he takes you for granted, gets bored, and you eventaully break up. Be mean, bitchy, and uninterested and he'll chase you until you get a restraining order or sprain your ankle...whichever comes first. And then men complain about girls being bitches!!! You drive us to it, boys! We're not born like this naturally - we're NICE we WANT to do nice things we WANT to show affection WITHOUT it coming back to bite us in the ass! Ugh - maybe that's my problem. I just need to be in bitch mode 24/7 - after all, I do it very well.
Ya'll have a GREAT weekend!

Family Values (Part deux)

Thanks for all the input everyone! Don't worry, i will be posting a much more interesting "men are idiots part 13" entry later today.

I just wanted to let you know that I followed ya'lls advice and sent the following email last night.

Baby Sis:

I’m having trouble getting a hold of you by phone so I thought I’d try email.

First of all, I got the invitation to your baby shower and I am so so so sorry I won’t be able to be there! I will, of course, be there in spirit.

Second, I talked to Princess the other day and she told me about the girls you have selected to be part of your bridal party on your wedding day. I would be lying if I said I weren’t disappointed and really hurt by your decision to include SIL (Sister in Law) and BF and not Princess and myself. I am also very confused as these girls, while they are fabulous and I love them, are technically unrelated to you and Princess and I are and…well, we have always felt close to you and we thought you felt the same way. Apparently we were wrong. We were raised to believe that family is one of the most important things in life – which is why I suppose I am so baffled by your decisions.

I know you’re under a lot of pressure as a new mom and planning a wedding is stressful. I’m sure it’s always hard to tell people that love you that you have not included them in your special day – I know Princess had a hard time telling her friends that you and I were the bridesmaids.

You know that I will love and support you no matter what but I feel very confused and hurt by this and thought you should know.

Much Love,

Update: To which Baby Sis Replied:


Wow, I really don't even know what to resopnd with. I am extremely shocked that you would act like this. I wasn't aware that I had to explain to you that you wouldn't be in my wedding. I chose family, just becuase they aren't blood family doesn't mean they aren't family. I have 6 siblings I would have to include, not just you and Princess.

I am very disapionted by your email, and I really have nothing else to say.

Baby SiS

Do you think this is Harsh?? I didn't mean to piss her off!!

I responded:

Baby Sis:

I’m sorry you’re disappointed by my email – I don’t think it was unfairly harsh. I was just confused by your decision and a little hurt and now that you have explained it to me I understand it a little bit better I suppose. As far as you being “shocked that I would act like this” – I’m not sure what you mean. I’m not mad or angry, or even upset with you. I just needed some clarification and I wanted to be honest with how I was feeling. I don’t think there is anything wrong with doing that.

I didn’t mean to upset you, Sis. I stated numerous times in my email that I love you and support you, and realize that you’re under a lot of pressure and that these things happen, as they did to Princess, I was just confused. That’s all.

I hope you’re not mad at me, I just needed to tell you how I felt.



Thursday, October 19, 2006

Family Values

Baby Sis is twenty-five.

Baby Sis is pregnant.

Baby Sis is unmarried.

In my family….this is NOT cool. Have I mentioned my family? They really need no introduction – just picture a ‘My Big, Fat Greek Wedding’ mob – only Irish (duh)! Which means they’re louder, have quicker tempers, and are usually drinking.

Back to Baby Sis. Thankfully, she happens to be currently living with her wonderful boyfriend (now fiancé, thanks to my father’s ability to put the fear of death and god into the men that attempt to date his children). This man (we shall call him “blue eyes”) is loved my our family and so the pregnancy scenario is not QUITE the crisis situation you would imagine.

However, they will NOT be married by the time our little bundle of Irish Joy arrives (much to my father’s horror and I have no doubt the Red antecessors of old are turning summersaults in their respective crypts and graves) is because Baby Sis refuses to get married unless she can drink at the wedding (ya, you heard me right). Very responsible, Baby Sis, very responsible. Of course, maybe you should have tried responsible about FIVE MONTHS AGO AND USED A CONDOM! I should note that despite my personal opinion I have been her cheerleader and extremely supportive of the marriage and baby.

But I digress - back to the wedding. Baby Sis called me last week (during the Michigan State game half-time actually because we were both watching…) to tell me they had set the date for next August. Lovely. And then we preceded to joke and she promised me she would not sick me in a full length, full skirt, velvet gown nightmare the likes of which we were forced to sport as Big Sis’ (“Princess”) bridesmaids a few years ago.

Then last night I get a call from Princess (who I usually avoid) to tell me that Baby Sis has chosen her wedding party. “So are you on bachelorette duty or am i?” I asked half sarcastically. She paused and said ‘are you sitting down?” “ya” “neither” “huh? “we, as in her big sisters, are NOT in the wedding party.” “what? ” “she’s having the GROOMS two sisters, OUR sister-IN-LAW, and her best friend FROM HIGH SCHOOL …that’s it”

(cue redheaded temper) “EXCUSE ME?? Does Dad know? ” “Uh-huh and he claims he’s not going to Baby Sis’ wedding. Sally (Dad’s wife) says it’s ridiculous and he is of course going and its her decision.”

Now I know that brides usually have to deal with hurting at least a few feelings and that we all have to be understanding of their decisions. And lord knows I'm already in my share of nuptual celebrations, hardly my favorite pasttime but...COME ON! There is not ONE blood relative slated to be next to her on her wedding day. And before you ask, we have not been fighting, had a falling out or ANYTHING like that.

So here is where I need your advice, kids. Do I tell her that we’re very hurt? Should I do as Princess suggests and just let it go and be glad we don’t have to do sh*t for the wedding and sit in the back of the church and make sarcastic comments the entire time? Do you agree with me this this is F*CKED UP???

Where’s Ann Landers when you need her?


P.S. While we're on the subject of outrage - Jeffery as the winner on Project Runway!? WTF?

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

A Rave Review

You like me! You really like me!

My blog was recently critiqued - and I got a rave review!

He had this to say:

Wild Irish Rose

I have a great Irish drinking song that is completely inappropriate for this place and time, the beginning of the song begins as the title of the post does, but that is as far as I'll go. If you want a further taste of red I'd advise you to visit our blogger from Washington DC. She blogs about her days and nights in this town that is like adrenaline on speed. I liked it a lot.

A Bit About Redheads

First let me say, this is not meant to be a dig to my Blonde friends, ya'll are fabulous. These are just jokes and should be taken as such. A friend sent this along to me....so good, I just HAD to share!

A young man marrying a redhead asked his father for some marital advice. The father said, "Just remind her who wears the pants in your family." The evening arrived, the new husband tossed his pants to his bride and said, "Here put these on." She did and said "I don't fit into these." "That's right!" he said, "and don't you forget who wears the pants in this family!"...... With that she flipped him her panties and said, "Try these on." He looked at them and said, "I can't get into your panties!" She said, "That's right - and you won't until your attitude changes!"

What do you call a redhead walking between two blondes?...An interpreter.

What's the Redhead Dating Motto?
The fastest way to a man's heart is through his ribcage.

Q: What's the true definition of a blonde?
A: Redhead with the fire of passion missing.

Differences Between Good Girls and Redheads

*Good girls loosen a few buttons when it's hot.
*Redheads make it hot by loosening a few buttons.

*Good girls wax their floors.
*Redheads wax their bikini lines.

*Good girls blush during sex scenes in a movie.
*Redheads know they could do it better.

*Good girls wear white cotton panties.
*Redheads don't wear any.

*Good girls think they're not fully dressed without a strand of pearls.
*Redheads think they're fully dressed with just a strand of pearls.

*Good girls only own one credit card and rarely use it.
*Redheads only own one bra and rarely use it.

*Good girls pack their toothbrush.
*Redheads pack their diaphragms.

*Good girls wear high heels to work.
*Redheads wear high heels to bed.

*Good girls think the office is the wrong place to have sex.
*Redheads think no place is the wrong place.

*Good girls prefer the missionary position.
*Redheads do too, but only for starters.

*Good girls say 'no'.
*Redheads say 'when?'

*Good girls say "Thanks for a wonderful dinner."
*Redheads say, "What's for breakfast?"

*Good girls keep a diary.
*Redheads keep a blog.

*Good girls love Italian food.
*Redheads love Italian waiters.

*Good girls will apologize, brown nose and kiss YOUR ass.
*Redheads will tell ya to kiss MY ass.

How do you know when you've had sex with a redhead?
If you are dehydrated, can't walk, and have blood running down your back

What do you do when a redhead is pissed at you?
Run like hell and don't look back.

Redheads are the sweetest most innocent girls.........when they are asleep.

What is the difference between a redhead and a lawyer ?
There are somethings that even lawyers won't do to people...

Why do redheads think they're special?
It's amazing what arrogance and a lack of sensitivity will do for your ego...

What is the difference between dating a redhead and putting your hand into ablender?
You got a 50/50 chance the blender isn't on...

This goes out to all my favorite Reds - KassyK, CrazyNY, Life of Red

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Ode to Hey Pretty (or What a Weekend Part Deux)

As mentioned in part one of Red’s weekend Saga – Friday night I attended (after much cajoling*) the DC blogger happy hour. Where there was much drinking, laughing and later on dancing. After we migrated away from the Big Hunt, Hey Pretty, Velvet and I made our way to an establishement a few doors down that we were told was more ‘low key’ and so visions of tables and pitchers of beer danced in our heads. Velvet exchanged her cookies for our cover at the door (why does that sound dirty?), and we made our way into, well…i'm pretty sure pitchers of beer weren't on the menu. Shots of Whiskey, however, were.

So after my first shot of Whiskey ever(her idea, not mine), HP and I tried to keep up with the dancing queens (i.e. KassyK and Circle V). I’m afraid we lost Velvet sometime between Vogue and Jessie’s Girl but we said farewell to all my new favorite people shortly after.

After that the details of the evening start to get a bit hazy.

I remember being in an Irish bar in Chinatown, flirting with the singer so that he’d play the songs we wanted him to. I remember getting hit on by a guy who was in town for the green convention. He was a snowboarding, vegetarian, tree hugging, northface fleece-clad, only used recycled paper type of guy (who happened to look like eric bana). But I had to tell him, sorry buddy, I’m more of the steak eating, leather wearing, more preservatives, bring on the pesticides kind of woman….so I don’t think this is going to work.

By the end of the night, HP and I were closing down a bar in Capitol Hill, everyone else had called it a night and we were still gabbin away. Guys hovered, bought us drinks, lit our cigaretts but we just said ‘thanks’ and kept right on talking. Isn’t it nice when the company you’re with is more riveting and worth while than any guy trying to pick you up and so you’re so much less receptive to it?

The verdict? HP is smart, pretty, brutally honest, and wildly funny all wrapped up into a compact little package with an attitude to match.

Hello cliché….I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

*I-66’s word

Monday, October 16, 2006

The End of an Era

I am a child of the 80s where legwarmers were mandatory and punk rock was king. Then came high-school with Velvet Underground and Sex Pistols blaring over my radio while racing my friends to school (in my baby blue tank affectionately known as “the-granny-mobile” or “gran”) kool-aid red hair, fishnets, a mid-drift Anarchy-T and combat boots was my let’s go out garb (until the headmistress of Notre Dame Prep commented: “either you dye it back or cut it off….either way it’s gone by tomorrow).

Of course, you’d never tell my anarchic days past by looking at me now, a vision in Ralph Lauren and Betsy Fisher but step into my office around 4:00 p.m. on most days I’ve got the Ramones, or Offspring floating through my speakers.

And so it is with a glistening tear on my cheek and Blondie in my ears that I bid farewell to a musical mecca, the fabled CBGBs, OMFUG who’s stage heard its last resounding note as it passed the lips of Patti Smith. CBGBs not only provided an outlet for the original music of countless artists, but has also served as an inspiration for the clubs that we know and frequent such local musical gems as 9:30 and The Black Cat. It is quite possible that I am out of touch with the proverbial ‘skin heads’ of today, but looking around the Music Video, cyberspace generation – I can find no equivalent with this gratified, dilapidated, beautiful utopia of musical expression and freedom of thought.

Of the future of underground music, Patti Smith said last night “CBGB is a state of mind and what’s going to happen is young kids all over the world are going to have their own f*cking clubs and they won’t care about CBGB because they’re going to have the new places, and the new places are always the most important.” Are the new places always the most important? Or do we have to stand in the memories and sounds of the past in order create something new and lasting?

Well, no matter what the answer, lovers of underground music will have to stand, jump, slamdance and sing along somewhere away from 315 Bowery but I have no doubt the music will play on.

So as you pack up and move your walls, stools and urinals out west, I would like to say thank you CBGBs for your sticker-covered stage, worn down with time. Thank you for your sticky floor and grafitti covered staircase. Thank you for opening your doors to all musicians wanting to make a statement and stand out and to the listeners who filed in to be inspired. And most importantly thank you for music that defined a generation, a school of thought, an era. Music that ignited the night with passionate fire* - and still burns.


*Jonathan Larson, Rent

Sunday, October 15, 2006

What A Weekend (Part One)

Friday night was my first official DC Blogger happy hour. I know there are going to be many ‘recaps’ posted but here are some of my fuzzy memories.

First of all – I must say that I was nervous for a number of reasons.
I felt like the math geek being invited to a party with all of the cheerleaders and jocks. Would they like me? Would they be nice? Would they be mean? Cliquey? Or conversely, would THEY turn out be not quite as fabulous as their ramblings, musings, rantings,, and sagas would lead me to believe?

So after much heming and hawing I decided to go because

#1. 66’s cajoling** efforts needed to be rewarded as did the fact that I could no longer exchange witty electronic banter on a daily basis with him without having met in person!

#2. I have adored Hey Pretty ever since her ode to the container store and she promised to hover with me in a smoky, dry humored haze in the event that the cliques were out in full force

#3. Velvet promised to go with me and basically hold my hand while I put down my laptop and stepped into the real world.

Long story short, can I can’t remember having a better time with a better group of people.


66 was just as sweet, friendly and polite as I had expected. Perhaps more so even.

WonL is just a firecracker of friendly fun, running around, talking to everyone, taking pictures, etc. TOOO cute.

Hey Pretty….HP and I definitely held to our plan of quick, sarcastic, smokey hazed, devilishly honest conversation. And our evening didn’t nearly stop after we said goodbye to our fellow bloggers (a subject for another post).

Velvet was her usual, sweet self and she even BAKED COOKIES! To a domestically challenged urbanite such as myself, this is truly impressive (I don’t care if you DID just take them out of the package and put them on the cookie sheet…you don’t use your oven for storage and obviously know how to turn it on! Which is more than I can say.)

Circle V is even more gorgeous in person than her beautiful pictures and so nice.

View from Dupont is a little bundle of energy – and we have even planned a debaucherous fieldtrip so definitely stay tuned for that one!

Ashburnite was hilarious and was apparently given blogging orders from a mutual friend to look out for me as I would be nervous J

Good at Drinking Bad at Life was also charming and is, in fact…good at drinking

There is no way to describe Brunch Bird as anything other than completely elegant and lovely.

And then there were the Reds…my fiery haired sisters of the blogging world.

Red is just beautiful inside and out and with more crazy stories of dating than I do! Seriously…when are we going to hear about serial killer???

And KassyK….I must say I’ve never considered myself a groupie, hell, Matt Daemon bought me a beer and I kept my cool…but I must admit, I was so very very excited to meet this woman. She is perhaps the sweetest, coolest girl I have ever met. She’s the cheerleader, the and prom queen and the girl next door. She’s the girl from summer camp that you just want to hang out with all the time and life seems so much better just because she’s there. So yes, pin the groupie medal here and I will start the KassyK fan club tomorrow.

So thank you, thank you, DC bloggers for SUCH a welcoming, wonderful, amazing evening (even though I was hungover well into Saturday).

*Oh! But if I heard “you really DO have red hair” one more time, I was going to scream. Yes, people, my hair is red J What did you think this was? False advertising?

**His phrase not mine


Friday, October 13, 2006


Happy Friday the 13th!

First of all, I would like to begin by saying that good things ALWAYS happen to me on this day!

To begin with, my favorite number is 3 – so anything with a 3 in it is good (my basketball number was #23; Softball was #13, birthday is 23rd).

Second being the rebel that I am (eye roll), days that huddled masses typically celebrate (i.e. new year’s eve; valentine’s day) I tend to avoid as they have negative connotations from year’s past as opposed to Friday the 13th, which has always been good to me.

Example: I view NYE as basically the party night for amateurs. Anyone and Everyone goes out December 31st, and have the next day to recover. There’s just TOO much pressure to have a good time and so it ends up being an inevitable let down. Any amateur can party on NYE. It’s what you do on a random Monday night that counts.

Valentine’s day goes without saying…for great many years I never celebrated, single or no…on previous February 12ths (or whenever the dreaded day falls) I have (in no particular chronological order) gotten food poisoning, dumped, dumped for my best friend, been proposed to (no….this was NOT a good thing), the list goes on. However, in 13ths of Fridays past I have gotten a raise, received flowers, gotten laid, and flown to Europe at a moment’s notice.

Reason #3 I ‘heart’ Friday the 13th is because of it’s fondness of black cats.

I loooove black cats and more specifically I loooooooove MY black cat.

And so, my readers, meet my baby, my love, my reason to come home in the evening: Sakura.

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Do not be fooled by old wives tales…this baby has brought me NOTHING but luck since I brought her home from the shelter as a 6 week old baby two years ago. She crosses, pounces on, curls up with, and purrrrs all over my path every day (which lead to me tripping over her last night almost breaking my neck, but that’s OK).

She has no idea what a blog is, but she loves trying to help me type it when I’m lying in bed with my laptop and so says ‘what’s up’ to all of my readers :)
My roommate calls her the ‘cat-dog’ because she greets you at the door, will play with you until she pants, is friendly with strangers, and is snuggly when you need it.

If this ode to my cat makes me a crazy Catwoman….bring me the high heels and whip and lets call it a day.

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I’m still hemmin and hawin over this happy hour this evening…..but yes, 66, I will most likely stop by to say ‘hello’. Besides, HP and i have some witty banter to exchange :)

Randomness: I just realized....I left the house this morning and forgot to put underwear on! Does this happen to anyone else??

Song of the Day: Anchor - Letters to Cleo