ForgottenLore: Well, the last eye doctor to whom I went suggested that I was both red/green and blue/yellow color-blind. (I may have misunderstood as of the two of us, I was the only one who seemed interested in knowing. Bastard. :)) Both are red-deficient; however, after reading this site, it looks (from a strictly layman’s point-of-view) that I “suffer” from Deuteranopia.
Sounds like I have a dinosaur-shaped tumor growing from my ass, doesn’t it? I wonder what color that would be?
Bright red, to me, looks like it’s either orange or, well, bright red. When a color is by itself, I’m usually okay. When it hangs out with buddies (such as in a puzzle), I’m screwed. I try, sure, but mostly because I like mocking myself. 
Bright green almost always looks like a yellow to me; same with buff and ivory. A traffic light green generally looks white to me. Heck, off-white looks white to me. Auntie em says I’m pink, but I still fill out “White” on those census forms.
mooka: I’m not totally color-blind, although I’ve oft wondered about what it’d be like. I’m lucky, I feel. I’m also an excellent way to break the ice at parties–and not just by throwing ice cubes at my head. Plenty of people still play the “So, what color is this?” game. (All of you are exempt from that playful condemnation; after all, I brought this on myself with this thread.) It’s not like being color-blind is a stigma, although it can lead you to run red lights and show up in an outfit that Sonny Bono and Cher would have picked out together. (Okay, to be fair, that last example combined being both color-blind and taste-blind.)
Eve: I try to take a woman with me when I go shopping because 1.) less women are color-blind than men and 2.) stereotype that it is, most men I know suck at fashion. (“Get the club shirt! And the cordurouy pants! And the wife-beater! You are sooooo gonna get laid tonight!”) However, if I’ve saddled up the bandwagon (“Hey, everyone else has new spring clothes–I want some!”) and I go shopping on a whim, I tend to ask the friendliest looking woman walking by me at the store.
Mostly I want to know if the colors clash; sometimes, if that wayward woman is attractive, I want to know if the clothes are trendy, too.
Blue, gray, white and black are safe for me. I mean, most anything goes with those colors, right? For all else, I am at a loss. My wardrobe is replete with blue and gray shirts.
But things like khakis and ties and the whole “Make sure that a spot of color from your pants matches a stripe of color on your shirt before you go out…” rule completely escapes my grasp.
The sad part is that, on my own, I will never look like an Ambercrombie & Fitch model. The happy part is that I will never look like and Ambercrombie & Fitch model. 