Possibly a shitload of stuff more that I can't think of right now.
I do have my problems with these things. Does love even have a colour? And if it does, is it red? Red roses and all that? Well, okay. If you think so.
A few years ago I really didn't like red all that much. I think, I had a problem with the association femininity. I never wanted to be a girl, so looking girly or liking girly stuff was right out. Girls were those boring beings in school, who never ran across the schoolyard screaming while being a superhero and saving the world. They played Chinese jump rope (God, I just found this word online! WTF! Didn't even know there was something Chinese about it!) and other dumb, boring games. The boys in the meantime were allowed to get dirty all over and play the most amazing games evar! I wanted to be a boy. Obviously they had the better deal in life. So I always played with the boys, looked down on the girly girls and stupidly thought things would stay that way. Noooo, life is always in motion and nothing ever stays the way it is. The boys then reached an age, where playing with girls was totally uncool and out I was. So I had no one to play with. Of course I still didn't like the girls and of course they knew this and didn't like me. Troublesome.
But now I'm very grown-up, I guess. I'm a woman and I'm pretty okay with it. I'm not that sure anymore men have the better deal in life. It's just different for them.
My room is actually decorated in red and white and I love my room. My room looks really girly. Some years ago this would have been unthinkable. But now it just is this way and I feel really good.
I even own some red clothes now.
This post is also a part of the week of colours. Check out Francesca's Red and follow aaaall the links in the comments!