{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"Soft Sensibilities","provider_url":"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog","author_name":"Kimberly","author_url":"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/author\/kimberlypearl-92gmail-com\/","title":"Seeing Red &#8226; Soft Sensibilities","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"uLEb015Fxu\"><a href=\"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/seeing-red-lunar-new-year-2022\/\">Seeing Red<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/seeing-red-lunar-new-year-2022\/embed\/#?secret=uLEb015Fxu\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;Seeing Red&#8221; &#8212; Soft Sensibilities\" data-secret=\"uLEb015Fxu\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script type=\"text\/javascript\">\n\/* <![CDATA[ *\/\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/\/# sourceURL=https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/wp-includes\/js\/wp-embed.min.js\n\/* ]]> *\/\n<\/script>\n","description":"I&#8217;ve always been drawn to the color red. It may have been instinctual\u2014red is the first color humans recognize after black and white\u2014or the product of conditioning; after I first discovered horoscopes and learned that Aries were fiery, singular spirits emboldened carnelian (our birthstone), I suddenly wanted (or felt compelled to?) have red surround me. I loved the gilded red envelopes handed to me on Chinese New Year (I cared more about these thin packets than the carefully folded bills inside, a sign of a stationery hoarder), and found magic in the firecrackers hung outside temples in Keelung. Red in chili peppers were vibrant signs of a good meal to come. A rouge, cloth-bounded hardback? A delicious read, no doubt. Somewhere along the way, though, red became too bold\u2014too Chinese\u2014for me to love. Blue (which I&#8217;m still drawn to, to be clear) felt more modern, American, cool, acceptable. Black was easy. Safe. Rejecting red was the simplest way to draw a clear line between my identity and self: a first of many visual proclamations that I was different from\u00a0them.\u00a0Pick me. But red is conflict and power; struggle and passion; love, luck, and an acute hypersensitivity to the world around it.&hellip;","thumbnail_url":"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/01\/lunar-new-year-red-vogue-feb-2022-hoyeon-jung-cover.jpg"}