Lessons in Ethics: The Moral of Annie
The moral of Annie is that there was a time when it really didn’t matter how talented your child was and/or how well they could sing, if it was a Ginger, you’d still rather leave it at an orphanage.
And let that be a lesson to all of you people who don’t yet know what to do about your Ginger children. There’s probably an orphanage near you.
My Mazamet 
Ha ha – I say the same with how I’m considered an ugly woman because my hair isn’t blond. I dated a lot of men in my youth you eventually dumped me and part of the reason was I wasn’t a blond and they didn’t like that. They especially hated when I dyed my hair black when they requested that I change my naturally auburn hair to blond.
LikeLiked by 1 person
As you’ve dated A LOT of men, I’m not sure you can call yourself ugly. Plus, I’ve seen pictures of you that discredit that statement 😛
LikeLiked by 1 person
Well not a lot of men in the bigger scheme of things but a lot of men who really really like blond women. I have no idea why they dated me, especially the ones who liked stupid women. Keep walking dude, this is going to end badly. 😀
LikeLiked by 2 people
LOL
So you’re highly educated, have 1001 ideas/opinions/thoughts/views, you’re independent, outspoken, and you think the issue was hair colour? 😀
LikeLike
LOL – well partially. I think they were looking for a certain fantasy woman that was dumb and blond.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Well that sounds much more plausible.
LikeLike
My parents took me to see Annie on Broadway when I was a young child, and I promptly decided to run away from home & go live with Daddy Warbucks…he seemed to have it good, in his mansion. I made it as far as the end of the block (where I found my cousin peeing off the curb, and he told his mother I was running away & his mother told my father and that was the end of that)
LikeLiked by 1 person
I think that’s my story! Are you sure it’s yours? Either way, give it to me!
LikeLiked by 1 person
You can have it
LikeLiked by 1 person
Good!
LikeLike
I kid you not, our little village on the hill is smeared with gingers… Brazilian gingers! They’re everywhere. A family of them just opened a beer & burger place, which is actually really, really good.
LikeLiked by 2 people
🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
My family of gingers is putting a **hex** on you. You’re jealous of our superiority and ability to turn heads with our uniqueness and beautiful pale skin. We’ll get you my pretty! You and your little dogs too!!!! 🐶
LikeLiked by 2 people
Queen of the Gingers!!! 😀
LikeLiked by 1 person
I do have several tiaras 👸
LikeLiked by 1 person
Hmm…none in our family, and I’m pretty sure I never even dated one. Does an ex-Prime Minister count?
LikeLiked by 2 people
Gingers are OK. It’s Jalapenos that fucking bug me. Too god damn hot for their own good!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Don’t worry, I think soon they’ll be building a wall around the Jalapenos 😀
LikeLiked by 1 person
Being an ex-ginger (gone white, I have) I have some expertise in this topic. In South America ginger hair is considered very auspicious, hence the number of children with ginger hair. (Et tu, John.) But the basic point is harder: what do we do with children who cannot be cared for or are not loved by their parents? In the U.S. we slam the parents for being jerks but offer almost no help with the situation. Because orphanages became abusive over time, we dumped the idea and haven’t reconsidered how a modern orphanage might work. We offer foster homes to unwanted kids and when the supply outstrips the demand, as it often does, the protective rules get sloughed off and abuses occur. (Was a foster parent once, I was.).
LikeLiked by 1 person
there should be classes (and I think licenses) to have children. There have been a couple of heartrending cases of abused kids here in central PA recently. We have the Milton Hershey School nearby where kids can go to a decent school and live away from their parents (who are not all bad, some just need some help)
LikeLike
Is there such a thin as an ex-ginger, or are you actually recovering gingers? 😀
Amusing to have a trait go with one’s family name.
LikeLike
I call myself a failed ginger because my hair was never quite red and has now become more brown yet I’m still super pale.
LikeLike
even the thought of the musical Annie gives me a bit of anxiety since when I saw it at Heinz Hall in Pittsburgh, we were in the nosebleed seats. I was terrified the whole damn time thanks to my acrophobia and I couldnt’ leave since it was a school trip
as for red hair, I’ve always wanted it rather than my dark brown. I wanted Jessica Rabbit red! .
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks to my friend blogging Stacey, and the always awesome Tim Minchin, here is the perfect song for the rangas out there. 😀
LikeLiked by 2 people
He’s just wonderful 😀
LikeLiked by 1 person
He is isn’t he. 😀
After you posted I was looking for this clip but couldn’t remember what the song was called! Stupid brain… (then by coincidence she posted it at the right time for me to be able to pretend I remembered it all on my own 😉 )
LikeLiked by 1 person
When i was a kid my mom would have to cover my hair up if we went out anywhere bc people thought i was Annie. I guess had a strong resemblance lol. She had to tell people constantly that I was not Annie lol
LikeLiked by 1 person