It seems to have been an instantaneous unanimous “decision” that participants in the recent Womens March on Washington would wear pink hats with kitty ears. Pink. A female color.
Pink is definitely a statement color that says “girl.” Back in the 60s, when guys at my school were wearing Oxford cloth shirts in pastel colors, I only knew one boy cool enough to wear the pink shirt without getting railed at. Back then, the fashion (for boys) was that socks matched shirts, so if the guy wore the pink shirt, he had the pink socks, visible in that small space between his loafers and his cuffs.
It’s the favorite color of my friend’s developmentally disabled son. No one knows why. But if I want to give him a present that makes him very happy, a pink sweatshirt will do the job. He LOVES pink and anything he can have in pink, he will have in pink.
Of course, pink is also a brand, a Victoria’s Secret brand that appeals to college age women. Many were the girls who marched into my classes with the word PINK emblazoned across their asses in glittery letters. It was a step up from Juicy (an earlier caption) but not by much.
My step-daughter-in-law (SDIL) and stepson were so adamant that their baby girl NOT be relegated to pink and sex roles, that they decorated her room in pale green and lavender. My SDIL was worried when her daughter suddenly wanted pink tutus. As for granny here, I was raised to be a nonconformist (or born?). I can’t say that has made my life easier. Let the kid fit in; there are a million things ahead of her that will challenge her identity. Let her wear a pink tutu. She’s only 3, and there is a lot more to sex roles than tutus and pink paint.
As for me, I dunno. When my mom said, “Girls wear pink,” as an argument, that was a non-starter. It’s kind of half-assed (as tints tend to be). I do have one bright pink shirt I wear hiking in hunting season for safety. 🙂