In a recent WhatsApp conversation among my aunts, sister, mother, and cousins we discussed some of our super powers. My cousin Jaime is convinced that I can smell colors.
I'm glad I can't because it would make for a very unsettling work experience, surrounded as we are by so many colors and textures.
But I do see color better than my mother does. Coming from a long line of Mennonite inbreeding, my mother is partially color blind. This is quite rare in women, but her brothers are completely color blind. My 2 brothers are both red/green color blind.
So imagine how pleased I was in high school drivers education when I was the first person to correctly read all of the numbers in the color blobs. And then I had to give the test to the remaining students, which wasn't so great. (It just occurs to me that my drivers ed instructor may not have been able to fully read them and so was pleased to find someone who could.)
Anyway, why am I warbling on about color? I just read this very interesting article: Color doesn't exist--at least not how you think
What are your thoughts?