I am opposed to pink, well not really opposed, but opposed to what it stands for, when it stands for something I am against. If that makes any sense at all. When it comes to my daughter Hannah, I have always resisted when she wants to wear pink, have pink dolls, have pink shoes (or pink camouflage shoes for that matter). Now she has asked us if she can paint her room pink (the second she in this sentence refers to Nicky and I, since our 5 year old will not paint her own room). The funny thing is I have embraced pink in my life, I have a shirt that some people call pink (actually, it is more of a salmon colour), back in the 80's I remember having a flourescent pink t-shirt, flourescent pink shades and many other pink accessories. I also own a beautiful flourescent pink toque that I love to wear on youth nights (or when I was driving the tractor at camp)
I guess my issue is not with the colour pink, it is with the stereotype. I don't want my little girl being taken with pink because it is such a stereotypical girl colour, and I want her to be free to be herself, not what she thinks the world wants her to be like. I want to make a statement myself about stereotypes of men, so I wear pink things. I guess my obsession with pink goes past an old Aerosmith song right to the heart of really important things...OK maybe it's just a stupid obsession...sure Hannah, "you" can paint your room pink (ugh).