
"Pink, pink, you stink," became my favorite taunt for girls that I thought were "too girly" because they followed the rules. On my 8th birthday I went to school in a blue, glittery disco suit that might have landed me a spot as an extra in Staying Alive. (I was in love with John Travolta.) As I grew up, I consistently rejected and passed on every pink gift I ever received.
But now! Now I have a pink blog. By choice! My tatay is sure that I chose pink just to irritate him, because he finds the color so offensive. My best friend, The Original Mikamood, suggests that red is the color for rage, so pink must be the color for muted rage. Therefore, she thinks pink suits me just fine. And I think she is right. These women illustrate the point beautifully.
Photo credit: the BBC.
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the pink=girls, boys=blue shift only happened during ww2