i hang with dementors

I'm a ginger. I love being a ginger. I don't know if I'm Irish or not because the dad-ster is adopted, but regardless St. Patrick's day is tomorrow and it got me thinking about being a ginger, and how sweet it really is.

However, in past years it has become a trend to make fun of gingers for being "soulless" or "evil." (thank you South Park) Some gingers are offended by this trend. I, however, embrace it.

There are, admittedly, certain draw backs to being a ginger. Chief among them, the fact that I can spend approximately 17 minutes in direct summer sunlight before I am guaranteed skin cancer when I'm 85, and the need to spend $20/week on cans of SPF 100 sunblock.

However....

Here are 7 reasons that it ROCKS to be a ginger.

1) I can hang out with dementors and not be effected
2) I can go to voodoo witch doctors and escape making payment with my soul
3) I'm like seeing a unicorn or a dodo bird. Gingers only make up 3% of the worlds population
4) The males of my species are immediately intrigued by my existence
5) I can't be held responsible for my "evil doings" because, well, I have no soul
6) I never have to worry about the mistake of selling my soul to satan for favors
7) I can easily break awkward silences with a good ginger joke at my own expense

So go ahead, call me a "day-walker" or a "soulless ginger." It freakin' rocks to be a ginger.

#bejealous