(um..!..no..!..there’s always fatism to fall back on..)
“..Ginge, Ginger Nut, Ginger Minger, Carrot Top, Duracell, Period Head, Ginger Bollocks, Ginger Pubes, You Lanky String Of Ginger Piss.
Just a few of the names those in Jenny Wicks’ pictures have been called.
Why do so many seemingly decent people – the type who would hate to be considered prejudiced – think gingism is perfectly acceptable?
I should know.
I’ve got previous.
In my time I have been a revolting gingist.
My daughter Alix was born 17 years ago with a fine carrot topping.
Over time, she developed into a fully-fledged ginger.
Ginger is one of the first words she learned.
Why?
Because I called her my little ginge, my ginger darling – on a good day.
At other times, I went the ginger with two hard Gs route.
What made me think I had the right?
Because I was her father, because I thought I was being funny, because I loved her?
Whatever, there was no excuse.
When we met other gingers, I’d smugly announce, “Look, one of yours!” ..
..and expect the both of them to crack up at my sparkling wit.
Thoughtless bastard..”
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