I think it’s time for strong women to give up the bias against the color pink.It’s discrimination. It’s colorist. (Ha!) It’s time to give up our biases ladies. Pink is a fine color. And frankly, our daughters love it so freaking much, we might as well embrace it. Make it our own.
I don’t wear much pink. I never have. I never have because growing up it was implanted in my head that strong women don’t wear pink. Somehow, wearing pink turned you into a simpering, submissive who scrubs toilets, and other things that require you to be on your knees, for the rest of your life.
For years I couldn’t bring myself to wear the color, no matter how much I liked the shirt/dress. I did own a pair of pink jeans once around the age of 17, but they were okay because I tore up the knees and always wore a funky shirt and hoop earrings with them. Hell yeah, I was a bad ass in my pink jeans. But they weren’t hot pink. Never hot pink! Okay, still never hot pink.
But that was the late 80s/early 90s. Back then, hot pink also meant plastic hoop earrings and blue eyeshadow. It meant thong leotards, and Aqua Net. It meant hair bands (not hair accessories) and corvettes. It meant slut.
Now, I was friends with women who liked bad rock bands and corvettes, but I would be damned if I was going to hang out with a woman who wore a hot pink thong leotard. That just would not do.
I had literally forgotten mostly about my pink bias until I became pregnant with Annika. I’ve probably owned a handful of pink shirts in the last decade and never thought much of it. I honestly don’t remember.
But when I got pregnant and then, a new mother, suddenly women everywhere were talking about how much they hate pink. And how they try to avoid it, but it invades their laundry like pukey piles of Pepto Bismol. Somehow pink has become synonymous with Disney and princesses and fashion, and yes, (we aren’t saying it, but it’s still there in the back of our minds) slut.
We don’t want our daughters to become mindless princess-ey bimbo whores and to that end, avoiding pink when they are babies seems to be the answer.
Except it’s not. I decided early on that I wasn’t going to fight the pink battle. It just wasn’t worth getting frustrated when there was mind-numbing sleep deprivation and stomach flab to worry about. That was the early days.
Now that Annika sleeps pretty well, and my stomach flab has become a nice resting shelf for my arms when I watch TV, I worry even less about it. She likes pink. It’s a color. That’s it.
If she decides to be a slut, or a goddamned fairy princess, it won’t be because she wore pink pampers.
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