The Conspiracy

Let me make this clear:
My favorite color is blue. Usually a teal or dark turquoise color; never navy or royal or sky blue.
I like green, too. The gross color greens that no one else wants-- pea green or grey-green or the annoying bright green that isn't quite lime yet.
Yes, unless it is pig pink (which is the ONLY exception), I do not enjoy the color pink.

Well, it seems as though the only version available of every single item I need for Mali comes in pink. Magenta, hot pink or cotton candy... and I don't have a choice because I'm not going to special order or wait a week just so that I can get a blue camera case.

Does it really matter and do I really care? Of course not. I think that's the point. I don't care, I shouldn't care and here I am writing a blog about the conspiracy that I have only pink scissors with a matching pink iPod skin. The possibility of choosing has made me (allowed me) to expect to get exactly what I want (a teal cover for my portable speakers). Is it bad to have such choices? Obviously not. But the fact that I could even THINK about possibly not purchasing something because of such a superfluous detail seems (is) ridiculous. Rose or lilac, it's still going to do the same thing.