All The Colours Of A Rainbow Brite Doll!
This evening, Mel and I were running some errands at a few stores. It was somewhere close to the shampoo aisles that Mel suddenly noticed something was going horribly awry; that an ominous portense of terrible things to come had manifested itself in our presence, and we were powerless to escape it.
Namely, that the world was suddenly a whole lot pinker than it had been a week ago.
Yes, if you haven't already noticed, Valentine's Day in all its unrequited chocolate-and-greeting-card glory is fast approaching. All in all, it's an important day where we commemorate how the fastest way to any man or woman's heart is through the ribcage. And like all good commercial enterprises, when you've got a cash cow to milk, you might as well squeeze those udders with both hands.
Somehow I don't think this concept will ever make it as a milk commercial for TV.
This got Mel and I talking about the respective seasons and their big-name (holi)days. Let's face it: each holiday has its own unique colour scheme. We symbolically associate the colours with the day, and vice versa. I mention the colours orange and black, and suddenly images of Halloween are conjured up. I ask you what colours come to mind when you think about Christmas, and I get in any order: white, red and green.
And there will no doubt be someone who, when asked about Christmas colours, will respond with, "Oh no, quit trying to avoid the subject and tell me just why you decided to wear a dress to the restaurant."
But I digress...and digest too. Dinner was happy and hearty tonight. (Mel makes a great dip, which seems only appropriate since most people would also add she married one.)
Getting back to the colour schemes of holidays, we arrive upon Valentine's Day. It's hard to miss, what with all the pinks and (especially) shades of red. Should I find it darkly amusing that the colour we use to commemorate a day of love and romance is also typically seen as the carnage colour of fire and blood?
We now must shift and ask about Easter. "What colours come with Easter?" I asked Mel as we traversed down towards the shampoo aisle.
"Purple," came the reply of a young woman who just happened to be passing us by. (Laugh all you want, I didn't make her or her comment up.)
Mel argues that Easter is all pastel-coloured, filled with soft shades of pink, blue, green and yellow. This admittedly confuses me. Easter is generally associated with chocolate if you're atheist, agnostic or just going about your day-to-day life; blood, darkness and light if you're Christian. (Easter is, after all, a predominantly Christian memorial day.)
How pastel ever came into play defies all logic and common sense. I am baffled and confounded by the presence of pastels in the Easter colour scheme. Why pastels? "Who would be so ludicrously deranged as to make pastels the unofficial colours of Easter?" I decried.
To which Mel replied, "Americans."
She's probably right too, but you didn't hear that from me. For that matter, it's probably better that Mel doesn't hear that from me either. She's American, so she can get away with such remarks. I usually earn myself a smack upside the back of the head whenever I pull a verbal stunt like that.
Today's Lesson: spontaneous sex is a great idea, but sometimes it means your food gets cold on you.
posted by Phillip at 8:22 PM
