Both of my brothers are color blind (let’s hear it for x-linked recessive genetic traits!). One of them, J, has a much more difficult time than the other. He really cannot tell the difference between green, brown and red. Apparently this was a major problem when doing titrations in chem lab in college. Growing up, though, the only time he had a real problem was on St. Patrick’s Day when he would come downstairs dressed for school all in brown. Of course, as his older sister, I would laugh myself silly over this (poor kid–probably hates St. Pat’s Day now).
So, today, when I was trying to figure out what to wear, and thinking that I wanted to be able to wear the antique cameo my parents gave me as an early birthday present, I decided to go ahead and wear brown in solidarity with color blind people everywhere.
But, I did also wear a green shamrock pin because I didn’t want to get pinched for not wearing green.
P.S. I’m probably about 1/16th Irish. Maybe 1/32nd. Possibly 1/64th. Actually, it’s just sort of a rumor in my father’s family that there’s some Irish in there somewhere. I have no proof of it whatsoever.