Got your attention - didn't I? Good.
Now, lets talk about the pink and the blue. After all, thats what makes life interesting between the music - if you know what I mean. I had an enlightening (and hillarious) experience today - which i will get to in a moment - that seems to have tied a few recent issues together.
The Olympics in Beijing have brought gender to the headlines of most major newspapers and TV news shows. Testing the athletes for gender honesty has proven more of a challenge than the Chinese government would like to admit. The gender lines have become so fuzzy. Defining gender by a simple genetic test is unreliable. Women can have a Y chromosome making them potentially men. Men who have had sex changes and hormone replacement for two years are officially women. And then there is the issue of how you live you life, and whether that makes you a man or a woman. Interesting concepts to ponder.
So what does that have to do with the pink and blue pose balls? Well, how do you know which one to hop on? After all, do you really know if that hot hunkie avi is really a guy? Or that drop-dead gorgeous chick you met is really a chick? Many of know someone who found out too late. And what if you know you are both hunks or both chicks - who picks the color? Paper, scissor, rocks? Eenie-meenie-miney-mo? Or do you go by height? The taller one gets the blue ball. See, who's to say?
So these three hot chicks walk into Bits and Bobs to try out pose balls to use with their respective SL mates (I know, it sounds like the start of a bad joke). Who should hop on the blue?