I bought a pink chill towel the other day.. I love pink. When the cashier rang me up, she began to laugh and ask if I was serious. I laughed too and said I loved pink. She frowned and said "That's alright, I guess. " I asked what her problem was with myself buying it and she said " Pink is a girl's color. " it was beyond playful. Her tone said it all and she wasn't smiling anymore. I laughed again, shook my head " And what is that supposed to mean? You're telling me it's strange that I want this? That pink isn't for me because I'm not like you? " she didn't have an answer. She just looked uncomfortable, and glazed in the eyes. So opinionated even when their stare looks dead and the words don't make any sense.
I posted up a work I feel in a strange way expresses the frustration I feel and have felt for a long while.
Love Minus
We do not live in a world where colors are for one. We do not live in a world where activities are for one. We do not live in a world where we cut up thin pieces of life and all it's pleasures, happiness and spectrums, then say " This is mine. That is yours. " We are better than this. WE ARE BETTER THAN THIS.