A couple things to discuss.
1. Last night's episode of Glee was hands down my favorite episode since the pilot. I was laughing nonstop at all the great, ridiculous but insightful dialogue, including:
"Like the pop artist Ke - dollar sign - ha." - Principal Figgins
"Do you mean Ke$ha?" - Will Schuester
or Finn's analysis of drunk females that went something like this:
"Girls fall into certain archetypes when they get drunk... exhibit A, we have the weepy, hysterical drunk; then there's the angry girl drunk; the girl-who-turns-into-a-stripper drunk; the happy girl drunk; and finally, we come full circle to you, Rachel Berry, the needy girl drunk."
I think we can all relate.
or when Kurt explains to Rachel, "Blaine is the first in a long line of conflicted men that you will date that will later turn out to be only the most flaming of homosexuals."
and my favorite line from last night that came from the mouth of Miss Rachel Berry as she sipped (chugged) her wine cooler and exclaimed, "It tastes like PINK!"
Which brings me to my second point. I. LOVE. PINK.
It's as though I'm seeing this delicious color for the first time. It's everywhere - interiors, fashion, accessories, graphic design - and I want it in my life. Nay. I need it in my life.
But I don't love just any pink. There's hot pink, salmon pink, coral, and many other various shades... but no. These are not the pinks that do it for me. I like pink that whispers in your ear. That makes you feel as sweet and feminine and it looks. A blush pink, if you will. Behold.