I am actually not a particularly rainbow-y person; in fact when I was in college, the kind of sweet, sweet girl who decorated her dorm room with rainbows was the kind of girl I wanted to punch in the throat. This was the girl who usually ended up talking way too much baby talk for a theoretically intelligent college student, and -- if I can paraphrase Dorothy Parker -- she made me want to "frow up."
But sometimes the rainbows just show up right in a parking lot, and it's hard not to smile . . . . Please don't punch me in the throat.