Absolvent, orgiastic, revelrious, red is the colour of the Greek drunk lord god Dionysus.
A myth from the Trobriand Islands in Melanesia tells that at the beginning of ages, a man was revealed the secrets of magic by a crab, which was red on account of the spells he carried within itself; after he had purloined the secrets of magic from the crab, the man killed it ; this is why even to today, the crabs that are bereaved of their spells are black ; nevertheless, they die hard, for they are the once mighty sovereigns of life and death.
In Africa of the Blacks, native women and girls daub their body and face with ocre red paint, to mark the first period, marriage, or the birth of a newborn.
Native American indians oil themselves with red paint, which is thought to key up strength and arouse carnal desire.
Red is the symbol for youthful ardour and impetuousness, prone to stirring emotions and strong impulses (at least as according to my dictionary). Personally, I think that red accessories are very sexy.
On a different note, I feel I should mention that, although I am not what you might call a regular club frequenter, I have had, on different occasions, the opportunity of witnessing the dismal debauchery that today’s youth indulges itself in. In short, I’ve been in a few clubs. Now, I must say that not one of them had red lights in the, and neither have I heard of a club featuring such a thing in my country - they all have white lightbulbs. I have been in a few clubs and in a few restrooms, and the point I’m trying to make is that Kriswest and Thirst are right in their assumptions - having white, clear, illumination in bathrooms creates a gap between the proper club and it’s appendix(es). Basically what you’re experiencing when gliding through the door is the uncanny state of lucidity that makes you think whether you have any money left in your wallet or if it is safe to spend more. It also lets you have a brutally honest image of yourself in the mirror, which sometimes can be unpleasant and disheartening. Especially when you’re not so ‘fresh’ anymore. That can be a downer, considering that the reason yo’re there in the first place is to have a good time.