The Mysteries of Red

A recent article about a study on the effect of red on men got me thinking about all things red. I would never wear red. Well not a full article of clothing like a coat, shirt or pants. I could probably not be bothered by red pinstripes or some other minor detail with red but that's it. The men studied found photos with a woman in red or with a red border more attractive. Here is the link.

The woman in red drives the men crazy, study finds

Would I be more attracted to a woman dressed in red driving a Little Red Corvette?

Red can symbolize hot, war, stop, sin, passion, anger, lust and communism, so what is the woman in red driving the red corvette telling me? Of course all this symbolist monologue about the woman in red gets into even more mysterious waters if she is Japanese or Chinese.

Red in Japan

And what if she is a Japanese physicists? I would still be turned on even while she tried to explain to my mathematically impoverished mind the special relativistic redshift formula and its difference from the general relativistic one.

I leave you with a poet who, probably, would have never worn red except when she blushed.


Good Morning—Midnight—
I'm coming Home—
Day—got tired of Me—
How could I—of Him?

Sunshine was a sweet place—
I liked to stay—
But Morn—didn't want me—now—
So—Goodnight—Day!

I can look—can't I—
When the East is Red?
The Hills—have a way—then—
That puts the Heart—abroad—

You—are not so fair—Midnight—
I chose—Day—
But—please take a little Girl—
He turned away!

Emily Dickinson


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