“Some politicos are born servile, others have servility thrust upon them.”
The Pantone Color Institute, which normally finds itself in the news exactly once a year, when it proclaims the “color of the year” — 2015’s is marsala — last week heralded the christening of a new color: “Minion Yellow,” named for the rascally henchmen who assist Gru in the “Despicable Me” films.
Apparently, the proprietary-color world is trolling the political world. This is the Age of Minions.
Practically all colors have symbolic associations, and yellow’s baggage is ugly and complicated: The yellow-bellied are cowards; yellow journalism is dishonest and irresponsible; the yellow light is the cautious, indecisive point between “stop” and “go.” The word “minion” is rich in connotation, too: A “supporter” or a “loyalist” might retain some self-respect, but a “minion” is an inferior, a lackey, an underling.
A man I know was some years ago employed by the eccentric millionaire, Cadillac enthusiast, freelance semiotician (and creepy creep) Stanley Marsh, and the job title on his employment contract was “henchman.”
One has to admire that frankness, and there’s a certain masculine self-possession to being a “henchman.”
Who wants to be Paul Begala when you could be James Carville?