I went to the Bodies exhibit at the mall on Friday.

I loved it. Really.

I don't know why, but a bunch of plasticized bodies and parts of plasticized bodies don't freak me out. I was a lot more fine with it than I thought I was going to be.

The only problem I had with it, was that the brain was beige.

I hate beige.

Think of it: we're sending the next generation out into the world with beige brains. Who would be so cruel as to award this center of reason the altogether loathsome color beige??
Perhaps it was juvenile of me (okay, it was definitely juvenile of me), but I had always cherished the dream that perhaps, in actuality, my brain was green, or blue, or teal.

Other than that, I found the entire thing enjoyable, informative, and entertaining.

My mum, on the other hand, went MIA the entire two hours we were there.

At least, that's what I was told. At the time, I was freakishly absorbed in staring at this brain with all the tendons and nerves coming out of it and the spinal cord hanging down, and the eyeballs popping out of it.

And then there were the veins: all the veins and arteries were injected with this plasticky stuff, then the rest of the body was chemically removed and all you had left was this fine, delicate network of brightly-colored plasticky stuff, floating around in tanks of water like day-glo coral.

It wasn't just a piece of a body anymore. It was art.