Colour therapy.

"The use of colours dates back thousands of years," the therapist lectures you. You are a group of a handfull of women who have gathered in the spa area of the resort, apprehensive and curious about what happens next. "Colours have a profound and healing effect on us humans. We use the seven colours of the light spectrum to enhance your body's chakras."

You sit in a plain room with dim light that suddenly changes its shade. The white light softly fades to yellow and then to red and a dark shade of pink.

"Pink is the colour of women," your teacher intonates, softly. "Look into the light. Embrace the pink!"

You stare at the light and somehow feel light-headed. It's a nice feeling, although a bit unexpected. You feel like sitting on a pink, fluffy cloud... no, you feel like being a nice, fluffy cloud. You are floating high above, in the sky, and your head is filled with... nothing.

"Embrace the pink," the voice of the therapist booms inside your head. You take a deep breath and open yourself up the the colour. "Release all thoughts," the voice tells you, and it's suprisingly easy to empty your mind. You didn't expect it to be so easy.

"Isn't it nice to be fluffy and fuzzy?" the voice asks, and you nod, smiling. "Isn't it nice to be dumb?" You nod again.

"Embrace your dumb side," the voice orders and you smile, happily. That sounds good. "Leave all the decisions to your husband. Men are smart. Women are dumb. He knows what to do."

You are not exactly sure that you are even actively processing what is being said. You are lost in the pink. The words feel more like something instinctive, atavistic, something that doesn't even reach your brain but reaches down deeper, much deeper into your body.

When you wake from your trance, you can't recall much from the therapy. But it was nice. You should come back...