Being a ginger at St. Thomas is the most epic
experience in the world. Constantly being told
you have no soul and having people stick food on
your head to warm it up is always the highlight of
As a freshman, freshmen I was ignorant of the
common man’s fascination with the ginger.
I was called a ginger a few times in middle school,and did not know where it came from.
By the time that the first month of school was over I had been called: “ginger, ginge, soulless ginger,
bonfire, fire, burning bush, fire ball, Ron Weasley, fire head, stop drop and roll, el fuego, big red,
spice rack, match head, the orange goblin, Ghengis Kahn and lava head.”
What made me understand where the ginger obsession came from was when someone showed me the
episode from South Park called Park, “Ginger Kids.”
In this episode, Cartman gives a speech about gingers in a school project.
As a result, gingers are treated as outcasts. Cartman then gets turned into a ginger by his friends as a
joke. To try and solve this issue, Cartman goes to the doctor who tells him that has “gingervitus” and
should be put down.
Now thinking that he is a ginger, Cartmen rallies all the other gingers, now the superior of the “hair
races.” Now Cartmen must convince all the gingers that are heated up over exterminating all races
that everyone is equal.
I would like to tell you that this is true, but it is not. Gingers are superior to all others.
After seeing this, I first thought that it was offensive, but after a few minutes of thought I realized how
that is simply a plebeian attempt at bringing a superior man down.
People generally make fun of gingers in good fun and not in a “discriminatory” manor that kid from
the “Gingers do have souls!” video would leave you to believe.
The memory that will stick out most in my mind from being a ginger at STH came my freshman year
after a morning basketball practice.
Now, as a senior, I would honestly find that funny, but as a freshman I was terrified.
Over time I have grown to figure out why regular men felt the need to attack a superior being, but
then I realized that it a feeble attempt to put themselves on the same level as me through petty jokes
and funny snapchats with my hair flaming up.
Their efforts while valiant, remained futile. My soulless self will always remain above anyone who
tries to bring me down.
Overall, being a ginger is an incredible privilege, and at an establishment such as St. Thomas, my
passion really shines through.
Don’t forget that National kick-a-ginger day is on October 20.