Ginger or Mary Anne? - Sex~Kitten.net

It's a typical question, asked by men, of men, in living rooms & bars all over America anyway. And I've used it myself, every now & then, to ascertain what a guy's type is. Being more the Ginger-type, I know if he replies 'Mary Anne,' we'll both be disappointed - perhaps only he in the long run, but I'll be turned off as if a bucket of ice water's been dumped on me. If he answers 'Ginger,' we may not be any better off.

Ginger, or Veronica, is the vamp. The 'hot one.' The one guys lust after, but not marry. She's 'obviously sexual,' or at least to her detriment, say the Mary Annes & Bettys of the world.

It's the whore/Madonna plight guised under different vernacular. Suffer the Gingers along with the Mary Annes, just the same, for there is no hope in the question. An either-or-question with no basis in reality.

No, as a self-described Ginger-type, I don't think Gingers are better than Mary Annes. But if the Mary Annes are frustrated by the perception & categorization of 'the girl next door' being a nice, bland, safe choice, we Gingers have a few misperceptions we hate as well.

Gingers are viewed as High Maintenance. And isn't that a kiss of death to most relationships? (That's rhetorical, babes.) In fact, Gingers are 'high' everything: High Maintenance, High Strung, High Falutin', & only for those with High Hopes, we are unobtainable to the average man -- if they'd really want us with all the baggage & extra work we supposedly are.

Yes, Gingers & Veronicas are good for a tumble in the sheets, or bent over the kitchen table, but if you ever expect a good meal on that table, set with clean tableware, you'd better bring home a Marry Anne or a Betty, right?

As a Sex Kitten, you may think I believe that the Gingers are 'best,' but even if the debate weren't just a whore-Madonna-debate-mess, I don't think Sex Kitten status is limited to the Gingers & Veronicas of the world. Some of the sexiest columnists here at SK can bake a coconut pie, or make a coconut phone, for that matter. Sexy isn't the size of your coconuts, or even what you can make from them. Sexy has a lot more components than that.

The girl next door can be sexy. In fact, she might be glamorous like Ginger. She might also be rich like Veronica. She might be a natural beauty like Betty, with a big rack like any comic book babe. She might be slim & athletic. Slim & clumsy. Big & bold. She might be so hot she makes men drool & you'll feel like you can't even leave her alone at that pie baking contest. Or she might be so sweet, your teeth along with your heart, ache...

And that sweet Miss might be found inside the hot bod of a Ginger. A red lipped, glossed, big haired, curvy, attention grabbing Ginger. Or is it that you sweet, natural Miss is a complete drama queen? Who can tell?

So why, after all this, do I say I am a 'Ginger?' Why would I place myself in the paradigm that I despise?

Because at the end of the day, I wear more red lipstick, bake less pies & attract more sailors. I may not like that those sailors see me as Ginger in the limited sense, but I am more Gingeresque than not. And I don't think I need to tissue off the lipstick & gloss to prove my value, any more than you Mary Annes need to put it on to prove your own.

So, Ginger or Mary Anne, which is the right answer?

For once, the bar-poser-player has it right when he replies with a wicked grin & a deadly gaze: 'Both.'