I was up in the gym just workin’ on my fitness Thursday when I got a text from bae.
Attached was an innocent picture of a dress. “This is gold and white, right?” she asked. It looked like it to me, and I thought it was maybe something she saw on her marketplace. Something she was buying from a friend or had smuggled from Shanghai to start Gainesville’s Chinatown district and knock-off market. (I don’t know how online shopping works.)
I really didn’t think anything of it, until I learned that this was causing serious issues with her friends. A few minutes later I got another text from a friend with a photo of the same dress asking me what color I thought it was. And so began the madness.
#TheDress has taken over the world, sparking debates about the science of cones and rods, the possible effects of mood and energy levels on our eyesight, how “fucking dumb you’ve got to be” and our perception of reality in general. Are we conscious beings? Do we actually exist? Is Frank Underwood ever going to settle his past with Red? Why am I now mixing up my Netflix series? Are we still on The Island?
Via: The New Daily
People have taken to Photoshop to analyze the colors and definitely point out that it is, in fact, a blue dress. Further proof exists in the actual retailer website (although it also comes in white, but not white and gold). Sometimes I see it white, sometimes I see it blue. My own conclusion is that it’s weird lighting, strange exposure and contrast, and is under either Nashville or Hudson (obviously).
But no one gives a shit about the actual color of the dress. This whole thing is about what we see, and for me, it keeps changing. I don’t know if it depends on the lighting in the room, the settings on my phone, how tired I am, if I’m drunk or what, but every single time I see it differently. The photo exists in a strange part of the color spectrum that exists only to ruin your friendships and expedite breakups in already unhealthy relationships.
With over one million tweets with #TheDress, it is safe to say that this is now the most pressing issue in American politics right now. The firmly blue camp will not budge; the white camp is a little more lenient on their stance; then there are the few, but proud, who see it as blue and gold.
Via: Seen
As Spring Break looms over us like a glorious cloud of white and gold and we distract ourselves from studying for midterms, it’s all anyone here can seem to talk about. Well at least, before campus became a ghost town. Now I’m just chillin’ here, relaxin’ all cool, waiting to take my last exam.
This is a debate we needed in our lives. This year, 2015, is not an election year; 2012 was barely a competition between Obama and the Republican’s generic throw-away candidacy of Romney. Sure, we just had the Florida gubernatorial election, but we all knew Scott was going win because, let’s face it, you’re scuzzed out by Crist’s tan too, and the medical marijuana thing just ended in a “Oh well, light one up anyway” ring of ambivalent fire.
We needed debate in our lives to fuel the passion that lives in us to tell people “I am right and you are stupid.” Not even the student government election this past week could conjure that up because, let’s be honest, all the candidates were qualified, decent people and the two parties’ platforms are basically the same thing. It came down to a competition of whose tush is in the seat.
Via: Gamebreaker
So who is right about the dress? Well, the dress would be blue if you saw it in a store, but we don’t see it in a store, we see it in this picture. And in this picture we all see it differently. This dress will haunt your dreams for decades to come, making you question all that you hold true. This is a debate about perceived reality versus our definition of actuality. Take a stance. Protest in Turlington next to the preacher. Stand your ground, but just remember, it’s only an ugly dress.
Feature photo courtesy of: Philstar
