Stop with the red-heads they say.
They're uber rare, they say.
No one knows that many red-heads, so stop writing them, they say.
Pfffft, I say.
I say I'm entitled to write red-headed characters. I have a right to write them!! Let me tell you why.
My grandparents have eight living children, three boys and five girls. Of those five girls, four of them are red-heads, my mother being one of them.
All three of my brothers were born with bright red hair. It fell out, of course, and grew in as that super white toe-headed cute stuff everyone loves.
I have several cousins with red hair. (I can't count them as I don't know the exact number. I have 80+ cousins, so YOU can count them if you want.)
All right, all right, yeah, so of my five girls, only one has red hair. That's a smaller number, sure. And people have been asking me since my daughter was two if I dyed her hair. TWO! Who dyes a kid's hair at the age of two???? Can I help it that she was born with a beautiful color of auburn?? I wish I had that kind of control over genetics, I'd be rich.
His grandmother and her twin were red-heads. Grandma had three girls; two of them are red-heads.
The hubster was a very bright red-head until his teen years when it darkened to a dishwatery blond. His beard is still red. Of his four sisters, two are red-heads.
The gal across the street from me is a red-head. Even my best friend's mother-in-law is red!
Come on, that is NOT rare.
Therefore, if I want to write about a red head, I damn well will. So there.
It's when I write about a blond or a brunette that I feel like I'm writing something a little more exotic.
I don't care what the statistics say. I think this freaking out over the number of red-headed characters is batty.
Red hair is real, and I have the family to prove it.