Say Maybe to That Dress

Unless you’ve been dwelling in a cave, you’ve been experience the global fascination with The Dress.

Thursday night before bed, I showed the photo of the dress to my poor, long suffering husband (he’s used to being subjected to a barrage of cute animal videos, deep philosophical ruminations, State of the Union Addresses on the current behaviour of our two pugs and a myriad of other complaints, quirky thoughts or passing fancies).

“It’s white and gold. How are people saying it’s black and blue?” I huffed to him while sticking my ipad in his tired face.

“It’s black and blue” he grumbled.

Then I became carried off in my frustration at #teamblackandblue and tried to demonstrate how I was seeing things correctly and he was mistaken.

Ego trippin’.

Yesterday my social media feed was filled with debate, tweets, posts, likes, memes. The news concocted in-depth studies on the nature of vision, perception - everything under the sun that could make for a story to continue “Dressgate.”

It was while watching the late night news that I saw it. What I had perceived with my own two eyes SHIFTED. The dress became black and blue.

I’d take a black and blue dress over a white and gold one any day. So it blew the whole argument on how my preferences could be behind wanting to see a white and gold dress.

Now this dress is giving me much to think about from a Buddhist context.