The Colors of Life

I guess no one is out there to talk to me anymore, but life goes on and I promised an expose on color for today.  What brought this on was the idea of blue jean day in our office.

Apparently not all blue jeans are created equal, because there are many colors of blue jeans.  So if your blue jeans are black, or red, or green, does that mean they are no longer blue jeans?  Levi Strauss would roll over in his grave if he saw all these blue jeans that aren’t blue.

Now, let’s take the color khaki.  When the dress code began to relax around here a few years ago, khaki slacks were politically correct.  But like one of my coworkers said, “How many colors of khaki can you have.”  There are light khaki, dark khaki, green khaki, army green khaki, blue khaki, and some I never heard of.

Why do khaki colored pants then become khakis?  Khaki is an adjective not a noun.  Or at least I thought that was the way it was.  Maybe that was back in the dark ages when I was a toddler playing with dinosaurs.

Now, on the other hand if a woman has blond hair, she is considered a blonde.  The same woman with brown hair would be called a brunette.  But if she were to have red hair, she would be known as a redhead.  So if she had black hair, is she a blackhead?  No wait, a blackhead is a zit.

Even more perplexing, if a redhead bleaches her hair blond, is she then an instant blonde or still a redhead?  Does a brunette suddenly become a blackhead with a bottle of Revlon, Miss Clairol or L’Oreal hair color?

I was born a blonde, but now I’m getting a little (only a little) grey fringe over my ears.  Does that make me an old fart with grey hair?  Or perhaps a greyhead?  I prefer greybird.  Somehow that just sounds more dignified.  No that’s not greybeard.

This weekend I’m going to hit the bottle, so what I will be Monday when I come in, is anyone’s guess.

P.S.  Have you every wondered why Bluebeard the pirate was called Bluebeard?  No?  Well never have I until now.