It's international Redhead Days festival in the Netherlands next month and as a ranga myself (to use a slightly insulting-but-hilarious Aussie term) I think it only apt to comment on this clearly special event, created for the clearly special amongst us (apparently we make up just 1% of the world's population - most of whom are probably in Scotland).
Whether they choose to embrace it or not, redheads will be called 'ginger' at some point in their lives (or lots of points in their lives, more likely). Copper, auburn, chestnut-red, golden, strawberry blonde; it doesn't matter. They all come under the same umbrella. You are a ginger. But you are also a redhead.
What's in a mane? It's been said that blondes have more fun; that redheads are fiery and feisty (loathsome word though that is, applicable only to women who have opinions); that brunettes are serious and hardworking; that women with black hair are untameable and carefree (given the rarity and ethnic profile of the black-haired woman, that's a stereotype that merits a longer discussion on race).