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Musings from Moyieboy ... |
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Little Boy Pink just doesn’t sound right |
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October 9, 2017 |
By Ken Carpenter
My favorite color has always been blue, and
since blue is the most popular of all colors
that would make me just another run-of-the-mill
color dude. I am not partial to any particular
shade of blue, I seem to like all of the dozens
of tints.
Most of my clothes are blue, or gray, which goes
well with blue. Blue jeans are blue, thus the
name, and no finer garment was ever devised.
I have brown eyes, but I have always been
enticed by a blue-eyed girl. They seem to peer
into your soul, and if they don’t like what they
see you know it right off the bat.
The blue turns to ice and the party is over
without having begun, no further games being
necessary.
Plain old blue is the number one rated Crayola
color, with six of the top ten and 15 of the top
50 being different kinds of blue. My boys used
to love coloring faces blue, probably because
they liked Star Trek and aliens seem to be
partial to blue hide.
Blue is traditionally associated with boys, but
it was not always so. Before the First World
War, blue was considered a female color, because
it was the most expensive to use in painting and
was often saved for painting pictures of St.
Mary. Pink was the male color, for it was
associated with fox hunting.
I am forever grateful the world came to their
senses, otherwise my closet might be filled with
pink jeans. Brrrrrrr, it gives me chills to
think of it.
Blue has not always been popular. Ancient Greeks
scorned the color as being ugly and barbaric. I
imagine they were partial to green, since they
were always green with envy for their geographic
neighbors' riches.
A Frenchman named Michel Pastoureau wrote a
216-page coffee table book about the color blue
in 2001. Granted that 100 pages were pictures,
but that is still a lot of gab about a subject
that had me worried about coming up with 700
words. I stand humbled.
The Blues are my favorite music, and they do not
make me blue no matter how hard they try.
Instead, they can make your toe-tapping soul
think that there are blue skies ahead.
Aristocrats are known as ”blue bloods,” for they
often avoid the sun to keep their skin pale,
allowing blue-tinged veins to stand out. That
may explain why their delicate, red tinted noses
are constantly elevated and out of joint. It
makes it all the better to sense the heat from
the ill-mannered sun, of course.
Oddly enough, people who make their living doing
manual labor are known as blue-collar workers,
and those who boss them are called white-collar.
It seems blue is the most versatile of
adjectives, fitting in anywhere it is needed.
A blue joke or a blue movie are those which
refer to socially taboo subject matter, which is
a fancy way of saying they are nasty. Blue laws
are those that try to regulate nastiness,
attempting to protect us from ourselves.
Give them a blue ribbon for trying, but those
who gravitate toward indecency will rarely get
the blues from lack of material.
Deep Blue was the chess playing computer that
Big Blue, IBM, designed to defeat chess master
Garry Kasparov, making him cuss a blue streak.
Dogs that are described as blue are primarily
gray or silver, making you wonder why they are
not described as gray or silver instead.
Paul Bunyan’s giant ox was named Babe and he was
shiny blue, which would be my choice for a giant
ox, too. Nobody with half a brain would stand
behind him for fear of getting kicked far into
the wild blue yonder.
If that wouldn’t make you black and blue, I
don’t know what would.
Speaking of black and blue, in Australia a fight
or an argument can be described as a “blue.”
Aussies also have a quirky nickname for a man
with red hair, calling them “Bluey” for reasons
unknown. I have black/gray hair, I wonder if
they would call me Red?
One thing blue is not renowned for is being a
food color. Jell-O and Kool-Aid are about the
only ones I can think of except for blue cheese,
and I like them all so percentage wise they do
pretty good.
Bluebirds, blue books, blue whales, blue
diamonds, Duke Blue Devils, and on and on, there
are an endless number of blues in the world.
Alas, there is not a single one that can
describe the odor that is assaulting my nostrils
right now.
What in the blue blazes did that dog eat for
lunch anyway? |
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