Rule 1: Don't call me a "ginger." That shit is offensive.
Rule 2: If there's another redhead in the room, we will secretly communicate, and you just have to accept that.
Rule 3: Don't joke about us "not having souls," or we'll haunt your ass.
Rule 4: Don't tell us we look like Julianne Moore, Ed Sheeran, or whatever other famous redhead you can name off the top of your head.
Rule 5: If you have some extra sunscreen and we're outside together, help a girl out and offer us some! Our skins will thank you!
Rule 6: Don't ever say that you're NOT attracted to redheads. That's just a fucking lie.
Rule 7: And don't be a hater and say that redhead men aren't attractive, that's just false.
Why it matters: For the same reason that rainbows matter: Because redhead men are a stunning gift from the gods and to deny their true beauty is to shit on everything that matters most.
P.S. That is Prince Harry, covered in dirt, and sweating royal buckets. He's hot as fuck, and irrefutably the hotter prince.
Rule 8: Don't touch our hair unless you ask to first, and even that is pushing it.
Rule 9: We think imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, dye away!
Rule 10: But if you can, try to avoid asking if our hair is natural. It helps no one.
Rule 11: Know that this phrase will make you look like a psychopath, "Does the carpet match the drapes?"
Rule 12: The easiest way into our hearts is to compliment our hair, because it's fucking awesome.
