This video made me rethink the entire series! Marie’s carefully curated purple world, a facade of order and control, ultimately crumbles under the weight of reality. It’s a tragic Shakespearean fall from grace, cloaked in luxurious purple hues. The contrast between her vibrant outward appearance and the inner turmoil she experiences is a powerful testament to the show’s masterful storytelling. It's like a Greek tragedy, but with more meth. It makes you question: how much of our identity is a performance? How much are we hiding behind our chosen colors? This deserves a whole PhD dissertation. Purple, the color of royalty, becomes the color of delusion. Genius. 👏

I remember a time when my grandmother, bless her soul, always wore blue. She said it reminded her of the ocean, a place of peace and solace for her. It wasn't until she passed away that I realized the blue also reflected her quiet strength and the deep well of resilience she possessed. Marie's purple, in a way, reminds me of my grandmother's blue - a comforting shield against the storms of life. It makes me wonder what colors will define our legacies.

While the color analysis is insightful, I disagree with the "entitlement" interpretation. Marie's struggles with kleptomania suggest a deeper insecurity rather than entitlement. Her attachment to purple might stem from a need for control and stability in a chaotic world, something she desperately craves but can’t truly grasp.

The symbolism discussion is interesting, but let's be real, sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, and sometimes purple is just… purple. People have favorite colors. Maybe Marie just liked purple? Are we overthinking this? Maybe I'm just colorblind to symbolism. 🤷‍♀️