I like this one.
Or maybe not. Because it’s orange. I hate orange.
Or do I.
Strong feelings, dragging both ways. It hurts. No, I like this one. But it’s orange.
Since I moved to Holland I think orange is the colour of annoyance. It represents drunk and ignorant people with no sense for fashion, running around in the streets, pissing in my staircase and littering the veins of Amsterdam.
But also, the colour of my hair. Gingerlicious. Makes me wonder, is it so, that also I am one of those?
Well I guess a little bit yes and a little bit no. As in all deep cases in life, it’s easy to get lost in this grey area of orange. To be or not to be – a deuce.
No, I like it. Because it doesn’t say anything about what the author has between his or her legs, even though it’s tagged with feminism. I like it because it represents a feministic artist and not a gender. A genderless-looking book full of questions about gender. Orange, square and just a book. Perfect to sneak in to any chauvinist nearby. And then the chauvinist finds it and picks it up and is like yeah cool orange book gonna look in it. And then is all oh yeah cool book no way cool stuff oh my god and comes out from the situation a bit less chauvinistic and a bit more enlightened. Never thought about that when you picked up an orange, easy book huh? Nice one.
Yes, I like it because it’s orange. And sneaky. And smart. Like a fox. Fox-book.
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to be continued ………..[X]