Well, I at least like to THINK that I keep an open mind - just not so open that my brains fall out
And, you see, there's a perfect example of what I'm talking about - you want to keep a nice looking neighborhood but don't have to resort to being fascists about it. My sister's old place would only allow a limited number of exterior colors - one of which I remember being called "crushed ice" - that were so similar you couldn't tell the difference from 50 feet away. That's not saying I want to paint a house purple with pink stripes and green polka-dots, but I wouldn't want a neighborhood looking like a cookie-cutter, monochromatic Levittown, either.
I confess I'm getting a tad anxious to see if this is the right mixture of trade-off/compromise. It certainly sounds that way so far.