I don't think I will ever understand humanity.
How there could be so much anger and hatred over something that can be found in a box of crayons?
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I know it’s wrong, but I just can’t seem to get myself to like and trust people who are Cerulean.
(That’s sky blue, right?)
I’m in a really cynical place about people and how they suck today so uh…I’m happy to know you because you clearly do NOT suck.
Lovely sentiment. 🙂
Such a precise posting and, yet, says so much.
There are so many blatant biases in all of us that are pushed to the back of our minds or we refuse to recognize.
I don’t get it either. Think about how boring the world would be if everyone looked the same.
Wow… you said so little yet it is so profound…
You are too deep…like the Dalhi Lama.
A lovely post, and strangely, I could smell the crayons.
People can be such a let-down, sometimes.
However, crayons, especially magenta, are always fun.
I keep trying to get my class of students to realized this as well….it just amazes me that many of my 7 & 8 year old students come to school with prejudice already ingrained in them.
Just yesterday I watched “Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner” again. Unfortunately, part of why it holds up so well today may be that it’s still so relevant 40 years later. Damn, 4 decades.
But then there’s Tracy, Hepburn, and Poitier: that trio holds up.
You and me both, hon. You and me both. It just amazes me that people would rather color/live with one color. How fracking boring.
have you even TRIED to put on RAYON? It sucks!
If only your post could be put on billboards for all to see.
Loved this blog entry.
When my kids (nicknamed Big Mickey, now 8 and Annequin, now 9 on my blog) were learning the “color wheel” in preschool they had to “draw” themselves, then pick a color off the color wheel that best represented them.
Anyways, big Mickey chose peach. Annequin chose brown. (we’re Hispanic, but my husband and son are lighter than the rest of us.)
So when we’d be out in public they’d constantly point people out and try to guess what nationality they were according to the color of their skin. And by nationality, of course I mean “color”… it was cute sorta. So I was brown, but then so was the African American behind me in line at the grocery store. And the blonde in front of me came from the land of yellow, and her mom with the different complexion came from the land of peach.
I was put off by this color wheel at first but after a while I wondered if it wasn’t just teaching them that we are all the same. We’re just different shades in one color wheel.
Sorry to say this, but it starts at home. I see it every day. It makes me sad to think about it, but at the end of the day, Racism will never go away until people make a conscious effort to not be racist and to teach their families not to be racist. Walk a mile in someone else’s shoes, you know?
I loved this post! You should be instructing this in schools EVERYWHERE!!!! 🙂
You rock mister!!!
You said it perfectly, but its sad that it has to be said you know??
Finally Somebody had the BALLS to come out in the open and say it. I am with you here brother! I mean it, I am SO on your side on this one. I FREAKIN HATE WAX! It’s goey and slmey and you know it is all made from the ear wax of homeless people …and then the Crayola people take it back to the BIG factories on a hill someplace and mix it with all kind of carcinogens and the coolant water from Nuclear reactors before adding some of the red dye number 9 that made lab rats grow 3 times too many nipples back in the 1970s.
Oh yeah! I am so with you on this one Dave!! DOWN WITH WAX!! DOWN WITH THE WAX!!!
eh… that’s what you meant… right?
It’s so simple isn’t it? That must be why people don’t get it. They are either missing the forest cause of the trees or trying to make a mountain out of a molehill because obviously molehills are too simple an explanation for life. I remember my dad telling my mom once, Why do you have to make it so complicated? It just is. Let it be.
Don’t forget what happens when you line those colors up in natural spectrum order. A whole other wave of hate…
I won’t ever understand how some people can be prejudice.