…that would be me. Crazy ’bout them redheads.
Apparently, today is Kiss A Ginger Day (don’t ask how or why, I just report what I read SOTI). Ordinarily I’m opposed to made-up holidays (e.g. MLK Day or Secretary’s Day), but I think I could bend the rules for this one.
Sadly, though, I’ll not be able to get into the spirit of the thing, for all sorts of reasons (including being married, and to a non-redhead withal, and not actually knowing any real redheads at the moment). And my innate sense of self-respect (not to mention fear of los federales ) prevents me from just planting a smooch on the cheek of a random redhead I may encounter in the street.
However, I can play a game, that being:
Of the redheads pictured below, which ONE (as pictured) would you like to kiss above all the others?
And to make it interesting, there’s no chaste peck-on-the-cheek bullshit; it would be a long, tongue-‘n-teeth affair which could get you arrested in twenty states. Here they are:
(a.k.a. Elvira, Mistress of the Dark)
Jill St. John
Perhaps the ultimate Ginger:
Just any old ginger will do, thanks
If I’ve omitted your favorite ginger, feel free to tell me all about it in Comments.
Just remember that Christina Hendricks isn’t a real redhead… if that’s important.
Lady Readers may go below decks, so to speak: