We’ve all been there. Standing casually at a bar, bus stop, post office, wherever, minding your own business. But there’s this awkward silence that someone in the vicinity has to fill.
Naturally, the subject turns to your red hair, because, why wouldn’t it? It is a shiny ginger beacon, after all, and it simply must be admired by all who see it.
But, non-redheads, the gingers of the world want you to know that enough is enough. We’re bored of all those questions about heritage, our tanning abilities and whether the carpets do indeed match the curtains. Here are the questions to avoid.