I'm a man. I kind of want pink racing stripes. What's your favorite car color?

Seemingly forever, the vroom-vrooms have been seen as a manly sport. The manliest of manly sports. Only an adonis can be a driver, and only a man can truly appreciate the sport. For the sake of continuity, let's not even mention Kay Petre, Violet Cordery, “Bill” Wisdom, Doreen Evans, Gordon Simpson, Joan Richmond, Kitty Brunell, Paddy Naismith, Gwenda Stewart, Dorothy Turner, Fay Taylour, Eileen Ellison, or Baroness Dorndorf.

Because mentioning all of those pre-1940's racecar drivers would mean that racing hasn't always been a man's sport, right? Right? That idea has been smashed apart with a nine iron. If you still think women can't drive, GTFO.

But then there's this color - PINK. I'm not going to bother with trying to ruin a perfectly good article with FACTS, but here's one that'll fuck with your head:

THE BOY COLOR USED TO BE PINK.

Let me translate this to British: THE BOY COLOUR USED TO BE PINK. It's true. Here's a link to an article like a real article would have - www.smithsonianmag.com/arts-culture/when-did-girls-start-wearing-pink-1370097/

According to the SCIENTIFIC AMERICAN, cars finally replaced horses in the year 1918. It wasn't until the 1940's that the western world accepted pink as a girl's color. Which means that your favorite (favourite) early car racing drivers, builders, engineers, and designers were probably dressed in pink when they were children. Unless, of course, we're talking about those women I mentioned above, who were probably dressed in blue.

However, even mentioning the fact that boys used to wear pink negates the nature of color.

Because like a landmine, color doesn't give a shit what gender you are.

When I was in my mine identification course at the US Army Engineer School in Fort Leonardwood, Missouri, we talked about mines. A lot. There were a few basic rules to follow - if the twisty thing at the top of the blasting cap looks more like a flower, it's probably Italian. More like a square? Probably American. Made of wood? Japanese. And so on. We had a quiz at the end of it, which was to identify "Friendly" and "Enemy" mines. WE ALL FAILED. Our instructor said this was because once a mine is in the ground, it doesn't give a shit who you are. Every mine is an enemy mine if it's in your way.

In that same vein, color is inanimate. It doesn't speak, it doesn't feel, and to the Spacemen visiting our planet for the first time - it won't evoke any of the same emotions as it does in us. The color Orange doesn't care if your Dutch, and the color Green doesn't care if you're an Irish Republican. All that color is, the only thing that it is, is our perception of different chemical natures as they react to light. If I close my eyes, nothing is in color.

Now, what's your favorite color? Argue with me down below.

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