I've added some new links. And I found a ring of redhead blogs. This is not as nifty as it sounds, tho, because they count dyed redheads. Now, I don't have any real problem with people who choose to dye their hair red... of course they all want to look like me! However there is a significant difference between a bottled red head and a natural red head. A natural redhead has lived with day glo hair all her life. We have suffered through endless repititions of "carrot top" and "red" from the moment we've been able to understand a spoken language. We have been assaulted by well meaning old ladies who have to stop us on the street to tell us they once had hair just that color.
When you're 5 years old, you don't want some white-haired old geezer scaring the heck out of you by letting you know you'll look like her some day.

We have had our hair pulled, we've been laughed at, called names and stared at. We come through this childhood of torture and make it to adolescence to find that we draw a kind of attention that we want. Usually. Suddenly we are seen as attractive. That alone is very hard to cope with. Our peers have pointed out our ugliness through our entire childhood, then over the space of a month we become seen as "gorgeous". Most of us don't believe it. We keep waiting for the laughter to start. Oh, ha ha, fooled you! Had you thinking someone liked you for a minute there! How funny! But the laughter doesn't come. Pleasant though it is, it kinda shakes your world. There's no security in the unexpected.
Oh, yes, and then there's the joy of having a total stranger ask you if you pubic hair is red too. Not to mention having people reach out and touch your hair while you're standing in line for something. What makes these fools think it's ok to touch my hair? I can understand a child wanting to touch this rarest of colors, but an adult? Puh-lease!
Through these trials we have earned our hair. By the time we're adults, we own it proudly. But to get there, we had to endure a kind of prejudice that a caucasion brunette or blonde will never understand. When you walk out your front door, you are a redhead. There's no hiding it, except during winter, if your coat has a hood. We, as redheads, stand out in a crowd and we always will.
Y'know what? I do resent bottled redheads. They haven't earned it, they haven't owned it, they put it on for a while and change it when they get tired of the particular kind of attention a redhead draws. They don't deserve it.

(my ire does not apply to red highlights, only to people who go totally red but still get to have a tan. s'not fair)