It is that time of year again: Easter. I could go on a long rant about where the symbolism comes from, but there are enough other people who can rant the same thing. I've got nothing against assimilation, it’s how we evolve as people and cultures.

What I do hate is the sugar and pastels that seem to thwart me at this time of year. Everything seems to get white washed in grey for me because I can’t see pastel colors. It’s true, all I see is grey. I know that there is blue and pink and purple in there, but they all look the same. I hate pastels for that reason. (I also hate baby blankets done in pastels, so it’s nothing against the holiday itself.)

It’s strange though, my favorite color is grey. Perhaps I don’t like pastels because I know they’re simply masquerading as grey. They’re fake greys. I hate things that are fake: foods, smiles, people. I can’t help it. So, when I see these pastels dressed up as grey, it angers me. I first learned about these pastel colors as a child when I first started dressing myself. I remember going to my drawer and picking out an outfit.

I come out of my room and my mom blanched at me.

“That doesn’t go honey.”
“Blue and grey does too match.”
“No honey, that’s teal and baby blue.”
“Nuh uh…”

I don’t even want to get into the problems I have with different shades of pink. Needless to say, my current wardrobe is rather sparse with its color and those things that are colored are vivid colors. There are no pastels in my wardrobe. I keep to reds, greys, white, black and the occasional green. Denim goes with everything.

Well, in my world, denim goes with everything.

So, Easter thwarts me. Few things are as unapetizing as things dyed grey.

Posted by Utopia at April 7, 2006 10:11 AM

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