F*ck it, I'm Ginger

I, unlike most people reading this blog, went to school. I can say this with some certainty since school gives you at least some intelligence, and nobody in possession of said intelligence would be crazy enough to be reading this crazy stuff.
Anyway, to the matter at hand.
Being in school and being ginger don't mix well at all. You can't walk down a single corridor without someone screaming the painfully obvious at you. It's as if they think you've never noticed the colour of your own hair, and each day they feel it would be good for your sanity for a little reminder, just in case you look in the mirror one day and scream 'oh my god, I'm Ginger!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'
But in a way, I have to say I'm thankful for the random shouts that were thrown my way every day. In the same way I'm thankful for the brocolli with my sunday roast. In fact, you can even see the similarities between them; they're both absolutely pointless and only seem to be there to leave a bad taste in your mouth.
And another thing. When in god's name did some bright spark come up with the idea that pointing out the colour of one's hair could be classed as an insult? It's like walking up to your boss and punching him in the face; to understand any of the logic, you have to be a complete moron. You could at least understand it if they were shouting some derogatory term at you, but in my opinion, anyone who can only find a single insult to repeatedly call someone is pathetic enough, but if that insult doesn't even happen to be an insult at all, they really need to get laid.
And the bad thing about this 'insult'? There's almost no comeback to it, unless it came from Fat Man Scoop or Danny Devito. And the other downside? It's like Anthony Kiedis. It NEVER gets old. More people use it than weed. Soon it'll be more popular than jesus. And Jack Daniels. And condoms. (ok, maybe not the latter.)
But there is one shiny orange light at the end of the tunnel. When the dark haired comedians get stuck in a cave, where is the light going to come from to help them find their way out? Certainly not their hair.
I bet they never considered that, now, did they?