Women? What do I think about women?… Good question. I don’t know… I guess… I gue… haven’t really thought about it. So much has changed… You know? I mean I think I know about one… and she… she turns out to be something different. Been pulling the curtain over all along. I’ve pretty much stopped trying to learn anything about them. 

Women’s rights, ha, don’t get me started. Right to what? Right to bend over? Right to serve me a hot meal… Maybe refill my beer… Right to not thank me when I open the door…Right to to claim my seat on the train. Jesus, don’t get me going…Want to be treated as equals but…

Look, don’t get the wrong impression. I love women, I really do…  They deserve…you know? I mean they’re lovely, truly are. All of em’ in their own little way. Have their own special  talents.  Especially the redheads-their kind of the underdogs of women you know?…The redheaded stepchild, that sort of thing. Most men just glance right over em’, too pale…too many freckles…then toss em’ to the curb. I find them beautiful.

Why redheads? I don’t know… It’s…You know… my father liked the reds, thats what he’d call em’, “Reds.” After school sometimes I’d come home and he’d be watchin’ this video…It was called…what was it? Raggedy Anne or Pippy Nostockings…something like that…one of those sex movies with the funny names. You know the one I’m talking about? Oh.. Well, he’d invite me into the den and we’d watch this thing. Full of redheads, that film. Yeah… I guess I got it from my dad.