Pink

Ok, bloggin on request again. I think I'm a sucker for this kind of thing. Well, at least it feeds my ego a bit.

So, pink eh? Hate the singer. Nothing to do with the songs, which are horrendous by the way, but no worse than, say, Britney Spears'. Note that Miss Spears gets my vote of approval for being ridiculously hot and willing to wear as little as is necessary to put on a good concert. Pink, on the other hand, is also willing to wear as little as she wants. But she's really quite disgusting. Short, ugly, terrible figure, gimme a break. Honestly, she's like some sort of dwarf who was captured and used in some sort of evil genetic experiment, then shot and killed by the scientists who created her because she was too ugly for words, but resurrected by Dr Frankenstein, who had gone blind beforehand, so he didn't realise how ugly she was, but might have raised her from the dead anyway, since the word 'monster' might have been created for her, but he probably wouldn't have, really, because no one can look upon that face and avoid throwing up instinctively, which would have really screwed up his delicate machinery, which might explain why she turned out like she did.

Ok, now that we have established a brief description of Pink, let us move on to pink, the colour. I cannot bear the thought of dwelling on Pink too much longer. Urgh. Ok, pink the colour. It seems to be terribly popular among the female population, for some reason. I have nothing against the colour, really, but I don't see why it is particularly popular. I can see that it's soft and fluffy, but so is, I don't know, baby blue. Ok, I don't like baby blue, but that's a personal thing. Pink is a general preference for a large enough swath of the female population that it is certainly statistically significant. Please explain to me why there is this craving for the colour. When I walk into the Burberry's boutique and hang a left into the women's section, I can hardly see for the sweetness of the pink all around me. Ouch, I just read the last few sentences, and the capital 'P' in pink reminds me of that singer again. Argh! The horror!

Come to think of it, why do we have preferences anyway? They make no sense. There's no evolutionary value in preferring something over another. In fact, it may be detrimental to survival. Choosing one thing over another purely because of preferences and not because of any practical value can only hurt the practical utility derived.

Still, if we don't have preferences, everything would be practical. In fact, practicality would be a preference in and of itself. It would be horribly boring actually. Sigh, I think I should leave this to some other time. I'm a bit tired now.