“When redheads meet, there is always an exchange of a knowing glance. It’s like being in a secret, silent club.”
Throughout the course of a day, especially if you’re looking for it, you might witness something very special. No, I’m not talking about a rare Pokemon through your phone screen; something better than that. It’s those uniquely unspoken connections that occur between people. It could be the blushing smile a couple of exchanges on their first date. Or that two-fingered, downward-pointing wave all motorcyclists do when they pass each other on the road. Or that magical twinkle I get in my eye when then the waiter brings out dessert.
But the specific connection I want to investigate today is that knowing-nod redheads give each other whenever we cross paths. Have you experienced this before?
I was visiting a friend in New York City a few weeks ago, and while walking downtown, I passed by the actress who was currently playing Elphaba in Wicked, Rachel Tucker. Rachel Tucker played the role in London on the West End for years before transferring to Broadway, and she’s brilliant! She’s also an Irish-born redhead.
As we walked past each other, there was a moment of recognition–on my end, this recognition involved her familiar face and a patch of green paint hiding behind her left ear; but on her end, the recognition was all about that unspoken redheaded bond.
I said, “I just want you to know that I think you’re brilliant. You’re hands-down my favorite Elphaba.”
And she said, “Thank you so much! I was just admiring your red hair!”
We gave each other a nod and went our separate ways–she to the stage door of the Gershwin Theatre, and I down a few blocks to the Brooks Atkinson Theatre where I was seeing the musical Waitress. I had cheap seats at the top of the balcony, but fortunately, I was close to the only restroom in the theatre. I decided to take a quick trip to the lady’s, and as I was walking in, Amy Adams was walking out! Because no matter how VIP your seats are, when there’s only one restroom. We’re all equals.
And again, there was a moment of recognition between us. On my end, the recognition was obvious; I mean, it’s AMY ADAMS! But what was I supposed to say? Congrats on your Golden Globes? Did I love you in Doubt? No. I opted instead to comment on our unspoken bond, by saying, “I love your hair.” And she responded, “I love yours too!”
Amy Adams at the ‘On the Road’ Hollywood Premiere on November 3, 2012
These are just a couple of examples, but this type of thing happens to me all the time. It’s like, as a redhead, I was born into an exclusive secret society, where I’m always accepted and understood. So why is that? Why does this unspoken bond or chemistry occur among redheads?