I often find myself saying “ouch” before actually making impact with the object about to stub my toe.  While this quality has annoyed people in the past who have labeled me an ultra-sensitive wuss, recent research confirms these feelings are simply a product of my mutant genes. 

We redheads are always getting the shaft… third degree sunburns, freckled covered bodies, entire South Park episodes dedicated to our imminent demise, and now, apparently, we feel more pain than everyone else.

The funny thing is that since reading this article this morning, I’ve thought of all the ways that I could use this to my advantage.  In embracing my little mutants, I’ve realized that I’ll probably be able to cite this article to get out of lifting heavy objects, prescription pain killers galore, and childbirth will happen in a drug induced coma: “Come on doc, I’m a ‘ranga” (which is apparently a slang term for redheads stemming from the word orangutan). 

I have a get out-of jail-whining-my-ass-off-free card and I have irrelevant medical researchers who could be curing deadly diseases to thank.