You are often told not to judge a book by its cover, neither can you judge this reading by it’s title too, it may not be what you think it is.
It’s true though, pink is not my favorite, neither do I hate it, in fact it’s the opposite, I adore pink.
Pink is a color that slaps well on me, it’s colorful but not really bright colorful. Yet as a person of certain gender, I am still looked at with squinted eyes.
I was oddly very pink today, hence the writing of this post; pink watch and pink shirt, however my students saw a pink watch and went haywire
“Teacher, you’re wearing a pink watch”
‘Well yes, I am, thanks for noticing, it’s nice right!? ‘
No, teacher, it’s pink!
Pink is for girls.
I knew that’s were it was going, I was waiting for them to say that, so I could ask who said that? Well I wasn’t going to get an answer because they just knew only that, they had no idea why they thought it, they had been told throughout life that pink is for girls.
Which in my opinion kinda sucks, more so that I don’t like blue as the color representing men. Who on this god damn earth chose blue as the color, why not black? or grey, something dark and mysterious!!
I’ve never been a fan of social classification or gender roles; that one thing should be done by one gender or another the other, in this case that one color belongs to a certain gender.
I like pink, it’s a freaking, nay, fucking good color, no it is, if you feel a type of way about that, it could be because of all the social madness that has clouded your intellect, but here I am suggesting you try out some pink color, I promise it won’t make you suddenly “change”
Pink, it slaps real nice. That sounds like a good slogan.