Vive la Différence
Those who know me well can answer the question rather easily: to the extent that I have a “type” when it comes to women, what is it? The answer to that question, rather unlike most answers I am prone to give, is concise: redheads.
Discussing the question with a friend (well, a friend of a friend) a few months ago, I provided the following ranking: Fiery Coppery redheads; Pale, raven-haired (black-haired) girls; auburn/brownish-reds/reddish-brunettes; strawberry-blondish redheads; brunettes. Note that blondes are not even on my list. My companion modified my list, as he considers “Asian” a color of hair: apparently Asian women with dark hair have a different kind of dark hair than non-Asians. Who knew?
As I side note, I must observe: in terms of straightforward beauty, brunettes can and often do trump redheads. I have no doubt that the most beautiful women in the world are brunettes; certainly the most beautiful women I’ve seen. Jennifer Connelly is more beautiful than Nicole Kidman; but then there’s that hair. There is just something about that exotic, rare, intoxicating shade that just bypasses all rational thought and enthralls. I have honestly met women that I would date, because of the color of their hair alone. There may be more beautiful brunettes, but all in all, redheads are more attractive.
I had a patient last night who had a rather impressive mane. Dark, coppery red: it wasn’t her natural shade, but she was clearly a natural redhead, and it wasn’t that far from her hair color of younger days. I drew praise from her for having noted on my own that the redheaded species is divided into two major sub-groups: there are green-eyed ones, with strongly Irish features (prominent chins, high foreheads), reddish-to-pale skin, freckles, and coppery, fiery hair; and blue-eyed ones, in general with fairer complexions, almost pale, without freckles, and hair tending either toward deep red or strawberry blonde. She also appreciated a saying that I read somewhere about redheads: Redheads are like other women, only more so.
I went out on a date with a blonde earlier this year, late August or early September. I mentioned to her that she was only the second blonde I had gone out with in 10 years, and that I had gone out with more (natural!) redheads than that over the course of the summer. Let me assure you, that takes work; in the event she wasn’t a natural blonde, but a brunette. I didn’t get a second date.
While I could not tell that she was not a natural blonde, I have been known to be able to tell, in very dim light, that a girl I had never seen before, and whose hair was dark enough to nearly get lost in the shadows, was a natural redhead. I was even able to pick out the fact that she had freckles around her temples, in the dim light, much to the amazement of a female coworker. She was unable to tell, until the lights came up, that the girl’s hair color was natural; and she has considerable experience with hair coloring, as her mother is a professional hairdresser. I know those Irish girls.
In addition to three women I went out with over the summer, my last two girlfriends were redheads. A previous patient, who was also a redhead, tried to warn me about pursuing redheads with too much enthusiasm: they can be rather like handling fire, and one mustn’t undertake to pursue them without knowing what one is doing. I assured her: I know what I’m getting myself into. I also know it’s worth it.
Redheads are like other women, only more so.
Discussing the question with a friend (well, a friend of a friend) a few months ago, I provided the following ranking: Fiery Coppery redheads; Pale, raven-haired (black-haired) girls; auburn/brownish-reds/reddish-brunettes; strawberry-blondish redheads; brunettes. Note that blondes are not even on my list. My companion modified my list, as he considers “Asian” a color of hair: apparently Asian women with dark hair have a different kind of dark hair than non-Asians. Who knew?
As I side note, I must observe: in terms of straightforward beauty, brunettes can and often do trump redheads. I have no doubt that the most beautiful women in the world are brunettes; certainly the most beautiful women I’ve seen. Jennifer Connelly is more beautiful than Nicole Kidman; but then there’s that hair. There is just something about that exotic, rare, intoxicating shade that just bypasses all rational thought and enthralls. I have honestly met women that I would date, because of the color of their hair alone. There may be more beautiful brunettes, but all in all, redheads are more attractive.
I had a patient last night who had a rather impressive mane. Dark, coppery red: it wasn’t her natural shade, but she was clearly a natural redhead, and it wasn’t that far from her hair color of younger days. I drew praise from her for having noted on my own that the redheaded species is divided into two major sub-groups: there are green-eyed ones, with strongly Irish features (prominent chins, high foreheads), reddish-to-pale skin, freckles, and coppery, fiery hair; and blue-eyed ones, in general with fairer complexions, almost pale, without freckles, and hair tending either toward deep red or strawberry blonde. She also appreciated a saying that I read somewhere about redheads: Redheads are like other women, only more so.
I went out on a date with a blonde earlier this year, late August or early September. I mentioned to her that she was only the second blonde I had gone out with in 10 years, and that I had gone out with more (natural!) redheads than that over the course of the summer. Let me assure you, that takes work; in the event she wasn’t a natural blonde, but a brunette. I didn’t get a second date.
While I could not tell that she was not a natural blonde, I have been known to be able to tell, in very dim light, that a girl I had never seen before, and whose hair was dark enough to nearly get lost in the shadows, was a natural redhead. I was even able to pick out the fact that she had freckles around her temples, in the dim light, much to the amazement of a female coworker. She was unable to tell, until the lights came up, that the girl’s hair color was natural; and she has considerable experience with hair coloring, as her mother is a professional hairdresser. I know those Irish girls.
In addition to three women I went out with over the summer, my last two girlfriends were redheads. A previous patient, who was also a redhead, tried to warn me about pursuing redheads with too much enthusiasm: they can be rather like handling fire, and one mustn’t undertake to pursue them without knowing what one is doing. I assured her: I know what I’m getting myself into. I also know it’s worth it.
Redheads are like other women, only more so.
posted by Jonathan at 5:10 PM
1 Comments:
"Jennifer Connelly is more beautiful than Nicole Kidman; but then there’s that hair."
Granted, you picked exactly the two names guaranteed to immediately get my attention. I might take exception to your premise (I think it's much closer to a tie), but that aside you also have to factor in many other considerations. For example, Connelly WAS beautiful until she became emaciated (some time between Dark City and The Incredible Hulk) and while Kidman is stunning she obviously has absolutely zero taste and common sense (look at who she married...both times).
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