“True, no single wavelength of light appears pink. Pink requires a mixture of red and purple light—colors from opposite ends of the visible spectrum. Easy enough to do, and no seeming threat to pink’s ontological status.”
—Scientific American’s Michael Moyer decries “the absurd war on the color pink.” I didn’t even know there was such a war. But there apparently is. They’re trying to do Cam’ron’s favorite color like Pluto. There’s no “p” in Roy G. Biv, say the haters. Some of them even say that pink should really be called “minus green.”
This all has to do a with stuff that hurts my head think to about, invisible wavelengths and the way our eyes translate them into what we experience as “color.” Luckily, I can get Van’s station when I need rejuvenation.
And if the anti- forces are successful, with all this science that I don’t understand, in demoting pink to Pluto status, at least it won’t be lonely out in space.
But, man, sometimes it’s hard enough at is, when you’re looking at a color wheel, or an array of polo shirts at a New Jersey beach club, with the violets and the fuchsias and the corals and everything, to tell which one’s pink. If they decide to go ahead and turn it into a whole different color entirely, be it red/purple or “minus green” or something else entirely, I won’t know what to do.
This is just one of my very favorite songs in the world ever by anyone, and more people should know about it.