The BSD's Unnecessary Commentary: On Gingers, or, How the Redheads Cautiously Worked Their Way Into Fashion

I may be the only one to notice such things, but as a proud man of Irish heritage and Biblical etymology, not to mention the substantial skills of a lover 3 times his age, I noticed a trend this season during Fashion Week- there were shitloads of gingers. Seen everywhere, not only on the runways, but at afterhour parties, fashion events, dancehalls, gallery openings, exhibits, and perhaps most surprisingly, in the light of day, Gingers made a massive statement this season. I must say that I am not upset by this so much. The BSD loves a lady of any color, and would be sure to wear a flame-retardant prophylactic and a great attitude into battle with the feared (kinda hot) Firebush! (Note: For any Firebush who is desperately yearning for the fetid and obsessive attention of the BSD, please send emails [along with photos], to shaneof@yahoo.com. Only submissions with photos will be accepted. The dirtier the better.)