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Answer: Purple. :P
There, I'm just goin' off 'cause of having my oldest sister over to celebrate an early Christmas (she lives downstate), resulting in all *five* of us sibs, whole and half, watching a movie together 'cause her cinematic tastes are just a tad more conventionally lowbrow than the rest of ours, and commenting dryly on how *utterly* non-Freudian it was. Especially the inflatable bits. And of course, any one of my siblings who happens across this will read all-too-clearly WTF I'm talking about, because we're all far too quick of sight to miss a single sign of something, anything that's fit fodder to analyze...
I have a virtual doctorate in non sequiturs. Should I be proud of that, or take it as evidence that I need to seek out only my own kind, my own species to fraternize with? Or, de-evolve even more, as Dr. Allen told me in Rhetoric class, so that my dissertations won't intimidate the lesserly-endowed?
Nope...(damn, now that was an innuendo)...I think I've pretty much hit the highbrow/lowbrow paradox here--and as Virginia Woolf said, the real people to watch out for are the middlebrows...they're the bland pablum-suckers in this world, who scorn the rough and ribald and wish they could scorn those at genius-level (in any field). Actually, there are those who think that they are part of the avant-garde--and a good deal of other people who believe them, too--when they're only feeding off their own sheep--I mean, sheer--pretension, making idols in the details and missing the greater picture and all its underpinnings.
Personally, I love underpinnings--I try to pin things under as deftly and vividly as possible in everything I do, aiming always for the perfect fit and implications. I believe neither in cliches nor in unnecessary showboating of obscurities...my own references are just as obscure as I need them to be at any given time.
Hmm...Michelle and Simone--now there's a pair of lovely girls...