It is very rare for me to write about a truly serous subjects but some topics are so important that they must be discussed. The question I am about to ask might be the greatest question ever asked in the history of question asking. I advise that the weak hearted amongst you stop reading now.
The debate created by this question will send shock waves around the world as faction who support opposing theories clash in open displays of violence. Lovers will be torn from each others arms, families will be split apart and countries will be divided. The very fabric of reality might even fall apart. However, despite these dangers this question must be asked and more importantly, this question must be answered: Am I ginger or blond?
On the surface this might seem like a simple question but underneath it is a raging sea of complexity and confusion. When I was a young child there was no denying my identity as a ginger. I could have easily been mistaken for a walking and talking carrot but over the years my hair colour has faded and become lighter. I continued to call myself a ginger but recently other people have started referred to me as a blond. Then, when Tess from Thoughts and Such asked what it was like to be a ginger I suddenly realized that I did not know how to answer her question.
Could it be that I have been living a lie? Am I no longer a ginger? Am I an outcast amongst my own kind? Am I no longer allowed to use the word ginger under the reasoning that I am ‘taking it back’?
It’s up to you to decide: