Green

Yes, it’s me — I’m going to post here, too. You thought you were safe, didn’t you!

Marty tells me that I need brains in my elbows.

You see, I have this funny tendency to pick up plates or pans, or, don’t laugh, casserole dishes out of the oven, before testing how hot they are. And once grasped, it takes me several seconds to come to the conclusion that the item is horrifyingly, scaldingly hot. So apparently dinosaurs may have had extra nerve clusters to create responses to pain in their tails, since otherwise the pain would just have too far to travel to tell the brain something was up. Brains in their tails. If I had brains in my elbows, maybe I would respond more quickly to the fact that the thing I just picked up is an ouchifying 350 degrees… or however hot a dish gets when it sits in a 350 degree oven for twenty minutes. You know?

Error in evolution, maybe.

A friend of ours asked Marty if he had any insights on why one might be more attracted to girls in green. Marty suggested a lot of the same things I might have — green being a soothing, relaxing color, and the soothing bit making the attraction feel more acceptable or comfortable and therefore moreso — and then went on to talk about green being complimentary to red, and that it would make the pinks in a girl’s skin tone look more vibrant and healthy-looking, and therefore (theoretically) more attractive.

And I just blinked, because I hadn’t thought of that, but of course Marty would.