There’s been a lot of ginger action in my Facebook news feed of late.
According to news.com.au sperm donor collection companies are calling for more specimens from ginger men.
“Currently only two per cent of donors are redheads and more women are wanting flame-haired children,” the news site notes. “Whether it is the attraction to a Prince like Harry or a worldwide music phenomenon like Ed Sheeran, the tide has turned. In 2011 one of the world’s largest sperm banks Cyros International shut the door on gingers as there was not enough interest in having their offspring.”
So Co-ParentMatch.com, an international network of sperm donors, put out a call this week for ginger men in a bid to meet demand … and also to stop redheads dying out in the population (myth). They are using the hashtag #SaveGingers to draw attention to their campaign.
Carmel Carrigan at Queensland Fertility Group agreed that demand was rising: “Historically red-headed donors have not been popular but we are getting requests for profiles of men with firey hair. People often select a donor because of their heritage, perhaps they have Irish or Scottish ancestry.”
Nah, I reckon its the Prince Harry and Ed Sheeran effect, god bless ‘em.
Earlier in the week, my first boyf shared a post on Facebook about Orange hosting a Guinness World Record attempt for most redheads in one place.
The “red-letter day” is September 30 – a four-hour festival of all things red will be celebrated at Orange’s Wade Park, culminating in the attempt to better the current record which stands at 1672.
And then there’s my pre-school mate Megz, who recently noted in my comment section that she likes hanging out with men at parties because they tell dirtier jokes (so she has even fewer boundaries than me) also shared a story on my timeline called “3 Proven reasons that sex with redheads is simply better”.
Er thanks Megz.
(Mind you, this week SheKnows published a story called “A Guy Wouldn’t Date Me Because I Have Red Hair” – he obviously hasn’t heard that saucy news.)
What is it with the tidal wave of ginger love?
I mean, it wasn’t that long ago I was blogging about some dickwad organising a Kick A Ginger Day.
A Facebook page to promote the day acquired almost 5000 members. The 14-year-old boy from Vancouver who ran the group – his parents must be so proud – was investigated by the Royal Canadian Mounted Police for possible hate crimes.
It also mentioned a little incident in December 2009 when British supermarket chain Tesco was forced to withdraw a Christmas card with the image of a child with red hair sitting on the lap of Santa Claus, and the words: “Santa loves all kids. Even ginger ones” after customers complained the card was offensive.
Actually, I’ve reached a stage in my life where I’m a bit eye-rolly about both sides of the fence. The colour of your hair shouldn’t be a factor in ANY of those things … FFS. People are people are people.
Although my ego is a bit tickled that science reckons redheads may actually be genetically superior to everyone else, with Elite Daily using examples such as redheads not feeling pain as much as other hair colours, men thinking “the women wouldn’t possibly be interested in them because their unique, fiery features make them strikingly beautiful”, having the ability to eat spicier food than others and being four times as likely to become CEOs.
Go us! (I still reckon that stuff is mainly bull crapola, a bit like astrology, but equally fun to read.)
Is there a special redhead in your life? Does she have any superpowers?
Song of the day: my old favourite by Tim Minchin – “Prejudice”