The Crimson Capers

When I was a kid, my favorite color was always red. I always thought the color was so bright, so daring, so omnipresent. Over the years, I began to realize that the color red, in its many shades, was getting a bad rap. Red seems aggressive, fast, and belligerent. That’s how society views it anyway, if only subconsciously. A red sports car will always get pulled over before a black one of the same make and model. You’ll pay higher car insurance for it too, just because it’s red. Red is the color of the ginger. Everybody knows that nobody likes gingers. They say that you should never wear red to a job interview. Your interviewer may subconsciously view you as reactive, impulsive, a hothead. Funnily enough, when I went on an interview for the job that led me into my current one, I wore a red shirt, and so did my interviewer. Obviously, I got the job. Before that, I worked at a retailer for nearly a year that required me to wear a red shirt everyday. That job ended badly. Wearing red makes you easily spotted. You stick out like a sore thumb (the last thing you want when you don’t want scores of annoying customers to find you). Red is the color of blood, which nobody seems to mind if it’s on a TV screen, but fall victim to a gag reflex or fainting if it’s coming out of their own body.

Finally, red is the color of The Red Rocker, none other than the legendary Sammy Hagar. Sammy has a deep love for the color red. It inspired him, his thought process, and his career. He is one of the greatest rock stars that ever lived. I had to throw that in there.

While I can’t say that red is any longer my favorite color (I usually default to various shades of blue), I will defend it against the widespread and negative subconscious connotation that people give to it. People sometimes mistake aggression for motivation, speed for drive, insatiability for a simple love of life. That’s what red is.