Monday, January 11, 2010


After many long years of oppression, redheads have finally had enough. Me and my posse of 3 are speaking out. And we are here to debunk some popular myths about redheads. We only have time for one tonight, but it's an important one. Redhead myth #1: All redheads must be related, regardless of the fact that they otherwise look nothing alike. Come on, people! We redheads have got to have at least one other distinguishing characteristic. I mean, does anybody even look beyond our fiery locks? There's more to us than a little ginger. So, next time, please take a closer look, and don't be so hasty to think we all look alike.

I am frequently told I look like celebrities, and I maintain that it is only because I have red hair, and so do they (or have had at some point in their illustrious careers). In order of look-alike frequency:

1. Lindsay Lohan

2. Melissa Joan Hart

3. Tina Fey

4. Christina Hendricks

Really? I look nothing like them... minus the hair color. I hope 2010 will bring a more discerning eye to my public. Meanwhile, we redheads will work working furiously to debunk the spurious myths surrounding us.

Tuesday, January 5, 2010


Pensive. Confused. That knot that only anxiety has the power to muster. Embarrassment of naivety exposed. Not even the cold wind can coax these worried feet to hasten their thoughtful, plodding steps. Didn't anybody care when I declared my abhorrence of politics? When I claimed abstention from their games? No, they jeer, you are a part of this. Everybody is a part of this; no exemptions. You can ignore them, but the politics will play you just the same. And the politics did play me. Played me, regurgitated me even as I spurned them. Must I play their game to beat them at it? Why can I not stand outside, act outside their realm? Why must their tentacles coil around every corner? Is there no choice? I want to clear a space for integrity, but it is so quickly overgrown. I want to trust another's intention, but I am made to calculate and question. I want to share my knowledge, but I am reprimanded by propriety and exclusivity. I want to say what I think; I do. And I am played, played, played.