Why is everything so goddamned beige?

[BurtReynolds]

The architecture. The home decor. The clothing. Is it because too much color might inflame the passions? (and we can't have that!) Is it a white people thing? Is it a necessity in an increasingly homogenized world?

[BurtReynolds]

"But Burtrold, if we paint the walls, then that might turn off certain customers..."

[BurtReynolds]

Rank the bands that most sound like the color beige.

[tree_]

i like beige

[BurtReynolds]

endless beige. We are already in the paperclip maximizer, only instead of paperclips, the machine is designed to reproduce the color beige. make the world beige.

[BurtReynolds]

An endless sea of beige.

[JuanHamm]

Beige is making a big comeback. Previous years we were painting everything grey, but now a lot of people are going back to beige. I hate it, personally.

[BurtReynolds]

Hell isn't red and orange. It is beige.

[Chris_H_2]

we painted our front door (or back door, depending on what you call the front of a lake house) red and my mom nearly lost her g-damn mind.

[JuanHamm]

we painted our front door (or back door, depending on what you call the front of a lake house) red and my mom nearly lost her g-damn mind.

I love a bold front door

[Chris_H_2]

we painted our front door (or back door, depending on what you call the front of a lake house) red and my mom nearly lost her g-damn mind.

I love a bold front door

we do too. and you would think someone that watches hours of HGTV where Benjamin Moore runs a bunch of commercials would feel the same way. But nope, everything has to be monochrome.

[Bammer]

we painted our front door (or back door, depending on what you call the front of a lake house) red and my mom nearly lost her g-damn mind.

I love a bold front door

we do too. and you would think someone that watches hours of HGTV where Benjamin Moore runs a bunch of commercials would feel the same way. But nope, everything has to be monochrome.

We went with a dark almost teal. Hard to describe. Like a navy teal.

[bodysnatcher]

Anytown, USA

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[bodysnatcher]

The Chiptole burrito I had a few nights ago tasted like beige. So it’s not confined to just American architectural and interior design.

[spike]

burt's going to paint his walls in bold colors, then immediately regret it.

[JuanHamm]

You go neutral with the walls and add color through decorations.

[Norah]

old man yells at paint

[BurtReynolds]

oh here come the beige apologists

[dad]

oh here come the beige apologists

lol.