The results are in! Turns out yellow is the statistical least favorite color. To clarify, it’s not America’s “least favorite” color (that’s usually brown or orange), it’s the favorite color that the least people have; the color that arouses the least enthusiasm. It’s the Jeb Bush of colors.
This is backed up by a bunch of more legit sources and jazzy graphics found here and here.
However, this issue first came to my attention on apartmenttherapy.com which, admittedly, is the kind of website for moms that have enough money to diddle around with paint colors and knock down a wall every couple of years. The kind of website for people that get a new dog when it scratches the furniture and can afford to do actual grocery shopping at Whole Foods.
The brief article then opens up into a comments section with an astonishing amount of “go figures,” and people commenting their favorite color for no reason, and gems like this one from Kate Zazous:
“I’ve just bought some yellow plastic chairs for my kitchen and I love them to bits but I think I’d feel psychotic if I had a whole room that shade.”
Kate, ignoring the fact that what you have said was completely unsolicited, makes a joke of mental health issues, and was the polar opposite of a tour de force, I would still like to get on my knees and beg to differ. I grew up in a yellow room and turned out to be a real smash hit, a complete triumph, fun for the whole family.
I’ll admit that I have about as much confidence in my own favorite color as I have when people tell me their child is 112 months old. I haven’t held fast to yellow since birth; my favorite color has probably changed about every two years as I have become a different person and more smart and less ugly. But now that I know that yellow is the least popular favorite color–the least loved–my love for it has only increased.
You know those colorful clip on-cases that go on Macs? I am the only person I have seen with a yellow one since coming to Brown and I’m exceedingly smug about it. It’s gotten to a point where I can’t tell if I actually like yellow or if I’m just a dirty hipster that only likes things out of spite.
Sometimes this is a good thing. For example, because black cats have the lowest adoption rate and the highest euthanasia rate, I was really insistent upon adopting this loser.
Sometimes it gets a little weird. I once put an entire bag of really sour candy in my mouth because they were left over and “no one likes them.”
So do I actually like anything for real or do I just conduct my life in direct opposition to other people? Life is full of questions. Sometimes you end up with a new cat and sometimes you end up with a mouth full of knockoff Warheads trying not to cry on the middle school bus.