Not a bad-looking shade of pink, if you ask me. Always reminds me of the maglia rosa of Italian cycling tradition, which is no bad thing either.
God I hate pink.
Have not watched. Pink = Mind Control. Feminist plot.
What a load of beau-locks. This shade reminds me of Pepto-Bismol, which is not good, as such.
There is no psycho-chromic consensus about this at all. Many classify pink as a hot color. Also, if pink encourages physical weakness, maybe it encourages moral weakness as well!
And pink was once considered strong, not weak.
For example, a June 1918 article from the trade publication Earnshaw’s Infants’ Department said, “The generally accepted rule is pink for the boys, and blue for the girls. The reason is that pink, being a more decided and stronger color, is more suitable for the boy, while blue, which is more delicate and dainty, is prettier for the girl.”
“Once” implies that time is the difference, but really it just depends who you ask. Aesthetic tastes are hardly universal.
I meant “once” to indicate, very precisely, the June 1918 example. Because I have no other citations so I can’t speak for other times and places.
I understand correcting perceived distortions can be a noble undertaking, but I have to say sometimes your “actually, let me point out how wrong you are” style replies feel adversarial for no good reason.
I do not believe that people can or should “correct” each other. I am offering that my experience of it may differ from yours. It is not my intention to seem adversarial.
I get you. Here’s a (pink) candy offer to honor our tiny, tiny victory in the often fraught with difficulty field of intrahuman understanding.
From ages ago, I thought that drunk tank pink only calmed for while with long term exposure leading to aggression.
There is also the visitors pink locker room at Iowa’s Kinnick Stadium.
See, this is where you are wrong.
I’ll escort myself out.
I call it Idiocracy pink.
Then there’s Institutional Green…
…and other interesting color stories…
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My parents made me paint my unfinished basement bedroom when I was a teenager. I picked that color. I don’t think they got the joke, but they bought the paint. Was actually kinda nice.
I hear you. I once lived in a lovely old apartment that still had much of the original detail, so I stripped the woodwork (among other things). When it was time to repaint the walls at the end, I looked through the paint cans left by the previous occupants because they had used such a lovely, warm, neutral color I saw no reason to change it. You know how complicated paint color names can be? Well, the name on this can: pink. That’s it, no qualifiers, just “pink”.
Years ago, after being picked up for riding a newly-purchased (but unregistered) scooter, I had the grim experience of waiting in a holding cell painted the chalk green equivalent of this industrial pink.
It was only a couple hours, waiting for a friend to show up with cash for the fine, but it nearly drove me bonkers.
spoiler for 50s sf! (Retief, by Keith Laumer)
One of Keith Laumer’s “Retief” novels has his interstellar diplomat hero up against a big, tough, lobster-like race (that is, if my memory is up to toaster), and at one point he is tortured along with one of them. The torments are grueling and unbearable to the alien, and they include clashing colors. “How can you stand this?” wails Retief’s cellmate.