"Trust me, Jill. There are very few cool redheaded men," I say while in the workshop, throwing a few screws into a box.
"What about, um, what about what's her name?" Jill asks.
"I'm guessing what's her name is a woman. Redheaded women don't count."
"Oh, yeah, right." Jill is nice, but she sometimes misses the point. She also prefers the Stones to the Beatles, and therefore can't be trusted.
"Ginger boys just cannot be cool," I say, perhaps a bit sadly.
She spends the next hour thinking of a name, and then coming up to me to see if this guy is cool. It seems she's more trying to think of famous redheaded men, rather than trying to ascertain if they're cool. And it's true - there are relatively few famous ginger men.
"Ron Howard? Jill, Ron Howard is NOT cool. He's the epitome of nerd-dom."
"Jill, seriously? You think David Caruso is cool? Seriously?"
And so on, and so forth.
Eventually, after two hours, she settles on Prince Harry - and I guess he's kind of cool. However, he's the exception that proves my point.
I'm genetically predisposed to liking Doctor Who and obsessing about music. Being suave just isn't in my blood or, more importantly, my hair.