This is an excerpt from a “song” by comedian George Carlin, in 1975:
Flesh colored Band-Aids. That’s another thing we left the blacks out of, man. Didn’t consult them at all. Flesh colored..we didn’t even consult all the whites on that one. Ya ever notice them Band-Aids? I don’t know anyone that color. It’s kind of an off-coffee. I don’t know nobody like that. And I’ve never seen anybody with their pores laid out in grids like that, man. ******’ science fiction. But some businessman had to pick that color out. He had to approve it. Some man who was assigned a pad…a pencil…a place to write…had to OK the art department. Art department brought up all the ****- “Let me see..55, 51, I dunno..51, 53. That’ll be flesh! 53!” Wow! Didn’t even bother me.
Flesh colored crayons pissed me off! I was a war baby. 1937- I was maybe 8 years of age when it was over. And flesh colored crayons didn’t come in for a long time, man. Flesh colored crayons came in when I was 19. I had been out of coloring for over a year by then. I had gone through rubbing orange and red together.
Seems quite appropriate considering my last post!