A lot of things have changed in the last week. Barack Obama became the first person of African-American descent to be elected President of the United States, shattering a glass ceiling that goes back 200+ years, to when the country first started. This historic election was celebrated throughout America and the rest of the world as a symbol of hope and change. It made people forget, if only for a brief moment, that this country is probably fucked regardless of who takes office.
More importantly however, I recently bought a yellow sweater, shattering a 20+ year streak of ignoring the color yellow in my life.
I've never been a big fan of the color yellow. I was not a big fan of blonde people, I throw away lemon flavored Starbursts, when I go to the bathroom, I would prefer it if my pee is clear. When I was a child, my mom bought me yellow sweatpants, which I promptly separated from the rest of my clothes. There was no way I would allow my blue T-Shirts to interact with the yellow sweatpants.
Then something changed. I got older, and I realized that yellow and blue actually went well together. It took some time, but in high school, my parents got me a blue and yellow windbreaker pants. I went to catholic school, so I had to wear a uniform every day, but whenever we had any casual dress down days, I made sure to wear the blue and yellow windbreakers. Unfortunately, the blue and yellow windbreakers were cut down in their prime, destroyed in a tragic washing machine incident.
So I didn't have any problems with the color yellow. When I watch Carrie Underwood music videos, I am not blinded by her fiercely blonde locks. When I'm sick, I have no problems with lemon flavored cough drops. If my pee is yellow, I don't think "Man, I should probably start drinking more water." Still, I've never owned any yellow clothing. Until about a month ago, when I was looking for a sweatshirt since it was cold out, and I picked up a yellow colored shirt. The funny thing is, I didn't recognize this momentous occasion until just now. How after years of ignoring the color yellow, I picked up a yellow shirt without thinking too much about it.
I believe this is a symbol at me at my grandest, a testament to my humble and noble spirit. It is a step in the right direction, after years of apathy towards any sort of fashion whatsoever. It is a symbol of the progress that I have made, that I can finally look past the color of the clothes, and judge it by the content of its fabric.
Yes I can, America. Yes, I can.
November 11, 2008
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