The Spice Girls were big as I was going through puberty in middle school. Since I was surprisingly popular throughout middle school (yeah, I don't know either), I was always 'with it' when it came to music on the radio. I truly am forever a child of the 90s, so lite rock and pop music will always be my Achilles' heel. Anyway, the Spice Girls were popular, my girlfriend (had several, but only one real on-and-off relationship before high school) and her friends listened to them, I thought their music was fun, most of them were smokin' hot, and Ginger Spice became almost an obsession. Her popularity happened to line up with a hormonal time in my life, and now I'm forever a ginger-lover.
I've only ever dated 1.5 redheads. (One was copper-ish, and not the flaming red that does it for me). Can I just say redheads are crazy? I mean, look how Geri Halliwell ended up. In fact you can google 'crazy redheads' and find all kinds of men pointing out the same statement. Maybe that has only increased their appeal to me. (Who doesn't like a girl that might try and take a swing at 'em every once in a while?) My last girlfriend in high school had red hair, and her whole family is crazy, but it made for a very, very fun and interesting time as I was turning 18. I found this wonderful little ditty while googling:
Redhead for a night? Just having funI just thought you all should know. If you're introducing me to one of your redhead friends, and I'm lost in thought for a few minutes, now you have an idea of the complex calculations going on in my head. I've tried to get Annie to go red several times. She thinks red highlights count. They don't. Full-out fire engine red or bust.
Redhead for a wife? Better sleep with a gun.
What I don't get is all the ginger hate in the news (and South Park) lately. I mean, ginger guys certainly are goofy looking. But their redheaded sisters are smokin' hot.
Leave those gingers alone, so they can grow up and lead a troupe of hotties to become 2-year pop sensations,