Orange!
Of course, myesh, that's right, orange is indeed the fairest of them all. Despite the appealing fact that after a blood stain is washed three or four terms it turns into this blissful shade, orange is the new red to a pack of ramped sharks looking for something to feast on, in much the same manner one of my classmates would be looking to sink his claws into me after I whacked him over the head with his ruler and proceeded to tell him to measure the height of the ugly bump that erects with his now shattered piece of stationary. Little did he know that the hideous bump I was speaking of was not what extended from his forehead from the smack, but what extended from his neck from birth.