Woah, too many short sentences. I need to embrace my inner ramble and let loose a flood of any syllables so that the succint-ness of my phrases goes through an exponential growth. Ahh, much better- wouldn't you agree?
Anyways, back to the colours. I'm rather sad that I don't really get to wear these colours as much as I'd like. I realize there are no zombies of eternal damnation watching my every move, ready to throw me in jail as soon as I picked up a fuschia shirt-
Fuschia. What a weird name. And the purplinks have no shortage of strange descriptions: magenta. Dusty rose. Maroon. Violet. Periwinkle. Love the colours, dislike the names.
- but societal pressure does have an effect on me, no matter how much I wish it didn't. It seems unfair to me, and quite a callback to ancient times that men don't get to wear bright colours that much, let alone pink or purple. Women stole it off of us anyways, purple is a royal colour that was worn by paternalistic rulers of nearly ever culture- Julius Caesar? King Henry VIII? Jesus?
I'll just make myself some pink mittens. Resistance in any ways possible.
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