I'm not naive; I'm from Dallas. There's a difference...

The setting: three college-and-career-aged couples, one pastor, and one hosting couple sitting around a table eating dinner on a Sunday early evening. Somehow, between one guy and one girl, a poor, innocent yet not naive young woman gets fooled into thinking that horses go crazy when they see pink. (Bulls go crazy when they see red, so it's plausible that horses would react the same way to pink, right?) Laugther at her expense ensues. Flash forward to a few conversations later to hear the hosting husband proclaim:"That explains why you never see horses at a Mary Kay convention."