Just a girl colored girl

Ah, a brand new box of Crayola 64-pack mini markers. You open the box, pick up a yellowish one, and see that it is titled none other than macaroni and cheese. The next one you pick up? awesome. Then purple mountain's majesty. Raw sienna, pine, timber wolf, happily ever after, bear hug, steel, and then finally, bliss... red. That's it, just red. Not brick, no, just red. Now, I have a few questions. What is the difference between salmon, coral, melon, and peach? Wouldn't those all fall under the apparently broad category of pink? Why would we have so many different pinks? To confuse the poor children using them, perhaps? "What's your favorite color?" 1. "Melon." 2. "One of those pinks...." 3. "Pink!" (which one?) We are simply complicating the meaning of the word "color". Also, why are the names of so many of the Crayola colors actually objects? Eggplant? Dandelion? Asparagus? Come on, now. So next time I see a color, should I just say that it is carrot instead of orange? Or box instead of brown? Perhaps jeans as opposed to the simple blue? Wait, but jeans and boxes vary in color. You'd have to say "Your tablecloth is light brown box colored." Wait, since tablecloths are objects too, you'd have no choice but to say "That tablecloth has a nice tablecloth color to it." So now, everything that once had a color is just what it is. That folder is folder colored, your socks are sock colored, and so on. Look! An exception: A cat colored shoe. Yuck. This should all simplify the color system. (...or make it that much more confusing to small children and/or everyone else....) Take that, Crayola! (Which is Crayola colored of course.) Well, I'm off to take a nap colored nap.