You’ll notice in the post below this one that there is a picture of me holding my ipod (with it’s new pink cover, thank you very much Yuting!) in front of a very pink wall. That pink wall happens to be located in my bedroom where there are located many other pink accessories and oddities as my father has already explained.
Why so much pink?
One would think that the modern 14 year old girl would turn against this radiant color because of it’s symbolic association with traditional and oppressing femininity . But I embrace the girliness. For me, pink is not just a color. Pink is a lifestyle.
Way back when I was 7 or 8 I liked the color blue very much. Pink was for little girls. I was not a little girl. I was in the third grade! Unfortunately my grandmother liked to think that I still was a tiny baby, so for Christmas she got me all sorts of nice things like hello kitty sweatshirts and plastic horses. Why I did not appreciate them I do not know. Anyway, one Christmas she gave me something pink (I believe it was underpants or socks) “because I liked pink so much”. Little did she know. I smiled graciously and said thank you like the mature child I was, and then I did some thinking.
I didn’t like pink… did I? Of course not. Pink was a juvenile sort of color. Or was it? Maybe I did like pink. A little bit. Not much but. . .
I decided right then and there that PINK was to be my favorite color to the end of my days. I don’t know what got into me, but I’ve stayed true to my promise, and my obsession with that fabulous color has grown over the years. My real friends have learned not to laugh or groan at my color preference. And I think that the ones who do laugh are simply ignorant. 🙂
