Driving to work today, I immediately changed the radio station when I heard a song in which the singer praised himself for the childhood habit of coloring outside the lines when his mother gave him a coloring book and crayons. Pray tell, how did "coloring outside the lines" become a dominant metaphor for being a creative free spirit instead of, as is self-evident, lacking the common sense with which the average kumquat is gifted? The purpose of coloring books is, well, to color the pictures therein. Coloring outside the lines produces an unsightly mess, not a work of art.
If you're such a creative individual, draw a picture. And apologize to your mother for being such an ungrateful ingrate.
(T-shirt compliments of woot.)
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