Black is Back, and There Ain’t Nothin’ You Can Do ‘Bout That
So there’s this relatively new show on the television called, “Orange is the New Black.” I’ve heard good things about it but I personally never cared for the show. I remember when the show started, my girlfriend at the time tried to get me into it but I never really found it very interesting. But I have no beef with the show, or any of its characters; just the title. I am not really upset with the show for using the title, it’s just the phrase itself. “______ is the new black.” I remember at one-point white was the new black, and now apparently orange is the new black. My only question is, when did we begin the need in the fashion world to claim something as the new black? Black is a great color, don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise. People call it depressing, people call it boring, people call is sad; All wrong. Black is the king of all colors; we don’t need a new black, and I’m here to sell you why.
Black is the king, the head honcho, the big kahuna of all the colors out there. Quite obviously, it is because it is the one color that contains all the colors of the spectrum. I personally love the color black because no matter your fashion sense (I have little), you can manage to look like a stud with whatever you pair it with. Wearing black pants? Doesn’t matter what color shirt you wear, it’ll match. Got a black leather jacket? Pop that puppy on with jeans, khaki pants, or more black pants are you’re good to go. Black is just so versatile and usable in every situation. Got a funeral to attend? Black is the color for you. Got a runway show to attend? Wear all black and people are going to look at you like you’re the new fashion mogul of New York City. Two totally different situations, and black is still the common denominator. There’s no denying the sex appeal of black as well. Ladies, imagine a guy walking down the street strutting his stuff wearing a black leather jacket, some black slim fit jeans, with some black shoes, a black t-shirt, and some black socks; totally decked out in black. You see that guy and you’re like, “Hey, wonder wear all his madly sexy young adult angst comes from?” It would go the same way if any guy saw a girl decked out in all black. Need I say more? So now there’s all these colors out there, trying to say that they’re the new black. There’s your first hint at why you don’t need a new black. Every other color out there trying to claim that it is the new black is just trying to knock black off the top of the totem pole. Pure jealousy, man. Pure jealousy. All the other colors are just, “player hating” as they like to say in the Hip Hop community. Just doing anything they can to knock black’s confidence and legacy. With all this new ground breaking information regarding the world of colors (“Hey thanks a lot, person who writes All White Panda”), why would anyone ever claim there is a new black in town? It’s got versatility, it’s got sex appeal, it’s got all the colors bottled up and contained in one, and it’s got the haters all salty. Where does all the hate come from?
There’s probably a multitude (#fancywords) of factors that contribute to the black hatred. One of which, I believe, are those damn, angst ridden, teenage goth kids. They’ve kind of ruined black for all of us. I remember in middle school, a friend of mine seriously asked me if I was doing okay because I wore black all the time. Not even all black, because I don’t think I was edgy enough to wear black pants at the phase of my life; Just black t-shirts. The first thought in your mind when you see someone wearing black shouldn’t be, “I hope they’re doing okay.” It should be, “Wow, that person has some seriously good taste in fashion. And wow, I never realized how attractive they are until now.” But now you’ve got these damn goth kids out there listening to their My Chemical Romance because they’re too young to have real problems so they come up with their own about society and conformity, even though they all dress the exact same and listen to the same bands (South Park lays this out in great detail). Black has unfortunately become synonymous with being kind of sad and depressed all the time, which doesn’t really make sense to me but that’s because I love black and I’m only sad and depressed most of the time. See? Zero correlation.
So you can go on having all these preconceived notions about what wearing black means about the person donning it, and you can go on creating all these new blacks to replace black depending on the fashion trends at the time. But you can never deny black its place as the supreme color that everyone loves to hate. That’s why in every sports movie ever, the team that you’re supposed to root for is always facing a team wearing all black in the championship game. If you don’t believe me, watch a few. It’s the color you love to hate because it’s always been the best, and it always will be. You can go through all the colors in the rainbow, and say they it is the new black, but eventually, you come back to black. It’s like the cycle of post modernism; eventually it all comes back to the originals. This panda may be all white, but its all about the black because black is back, and there ain’t nothin’ you can do ’bout that.