Which would you like best: magically waking up as a purple, a grey, or an orange? Which would you like worst?
Goodness, what an amusing little thought experiment.
I should suppose, given it’s numerous nature, I would be able to find find some pursuit within the bounds of purple.
There are, undoubtedly, a plethora of jobs available to the purple caste.
[Including fashion, she doesn’t think.
She doesn’t think about how she would devote her days to sketching designs, creating patterns, selecting cut and color. She doesn’t think about how the fabric would feel in her hands, how it would feel as she stitched it together, how it would feel when she finished.
She doesn’t think about how it would feel to see others wearing the clothing she created.
She doesn’t think about how it would feel to wear her own, and be praised for it.
Gumdrop doesn’t think about it.]
On the other hand, I would consider orange and grey to have their own particular advantages and disadvantages as well.
[She would be a successful orange, she knew. She excelled at several applicable skills: directing people, organizing groups, anticipating their needs. And there were very few grey careers she could preform at all, but–
She wouldn’t be able to make them, but she could wear them. She knew, already, how to stand, how to walk, how to pose. She knew how to make clothing look good.
She doesn’t think about being a model.]
Ultimately, I’m afraid I can’t really bring myself to entertain such strong opinions for such a fantastical scenario. I understand that many are fond of these sort of young adult’s science fiction fancies, but I’m afraid I’ve never been much for the genre, myself.
In real life, I am yellow. And I do so like being myself best.