Pretty in Pink, Bubba, Don't You Think?

Welcome to December everyone, one of our 12 favorite months here at Cross the Line Designs. Ho Ho's getting ready to bring us our goodies, well, at least some of us. Oh by the way, I'm thinking you should all lay off with the milk and cookies and perhaps think about a gym membership (like me) ... we have to leave the front door unlocked now because our friend in the red suit can't get his big ass down the chimney anymore. And with the crime today, that's just asking for trouble.

Oh it was such a beautiful commute to work today, seeing all the pretty sights through our rose colored windshield; we couldn't help but break into one of our all time faves. "I feel pretty ... Oh, so pretty ... I feel pretty and witty and bright ... And I pity any girl who isn't me tonight!" I also hear we're not the only dudes that have been singing that number lately ...

A few of the jails around the U.S. have apparently been experimenting with painting inmates cells pink (some also with added blue teddybears, for the young at heart, I guess) as well as providing pink jumpsuits for the already troubled boys to wear. Why you ask? Well come on folks ... isn't it obvious? It's all in the name of psychology. That's right ... pink is supposed to pacify people! You know, I'm obviously no Psychologist, but let me give you my theory anyway.

I've also read in places that studies have identified a higher than average proportion of testosterone amongst inmates than the regular public. I, on the other hand, am someone that people often describe as "metrosexual," (I bet you I'll rethink my inclusion of that in this blog later) so it's likely that I have a lower proportion of testosterone than, at least, the inmates. AND I can tell you with 100% certainty that were I to be surrounded by pink all of the time (forget the teddybears and the pink jumpsuits) I would not feel "pacified." I would liken this to being forced to listen to two consecutive Celine Dion songs and would almost certainly be looking for those responsible to ensure they're also "pacified," so to speak.

The other thing I've heard in the past is that there also exists within most jails a higher than average proportion of lonely men, looking for .... um .... hmmmm ..... love, shall we say? I think the Administration of the various jails also tends to frown upon the amorous relations resulting from the loneliness, and ... lack of women. So, I have to admit, I find it a little odd that the folks in charge, who obviously know better than I do, knowing about these already budding, "backdoor" (I'm so sorry folks) friendships would make these guys look, and likely feel, more like women .... Well, I guess if you gotta be Bubba's bitch, you might as well look the part ...