Ok this is an abreviated form of my actual post which got deleted when clicked “save”. Go figure. I apologize in advance for any improper spellings and grammar, I’m going to try and sum up the jist of things as fast as possible because its now very late.
The post was along the lines of something like this:
My life has been dominated by gingers lately. Mostly because Tom Robbins has featured these lovely genetic strains in the 2 most recent books of his of which I have read. In Still Life with Woodpecker he features a pair of redheaded lovers who are come to the conclusion through various adventures and misadventures that redheads were banished from the planet Argon and were exterminated upon their arrival by a superior fair haired race. These “redbeards” are attempting to make a comeback through a genetic strain known to the common person as Ginger. His fascination with the carrot top crew continues in an essay Robbins writes an essay appropriately titled:”Redheads”. Robbins is what some people call obsessed with the female ginger. He sees their fire crotch as a birthright to be bitchy and sexually authorotative. His passion for their fire is quickly put out by his worries about their future.
I have to agree with his hypothesis that the general image of redheads has changed dramatically from the sexual desire he so eloquently describes to a more PG version. He refers to Pipi Longstalkings and her effect on the redhead image which has plagued the minds of millions of children.
For me its Arnold Perlstein from the Magic School Bus. Yes I’m talking about that carrot top kid who was always worried about getting into trouble and apparantly obsessed with rocks (http://www.scholastic.com/magicschoolbus/home.htm). I will leave you with the same hope Robbins gives his readers about the future of the redhead image:
“Redheaded women! Those blood oranges! Those cherry bombs! Those celestial schrews and queens of copper! May they never cease to stain our white-bread lives with supernatural catsup.”
