Whiteness is of course, a flaw. Being white is almost as bad as having blue eyes. This is all environmentally speaking - protection against the elements and so forth. But most of us do come in contact with those elements: wind, rain, sun. Especially sun. I spend a lot of time either looking for my sunglasses or squinting. Lots of squinting. It’s not as if I’m some kind of inter-planetary instigating interloper, trying to fit in amongst elements unknown, against scapes unfitting. This is my home planet. So why is its sun so incompatible with my hides? I have a genetic flaw: my skin does not produce enough pigments to protect me from that giant yellow menace. But the last time I visited the beach, I was not alone in my disfigurement. Lots of combination pasty white and stop sign yellow creatures were frolicking. No wonder so many people out there cast evolution aside as a ridiculous theory.