I'm not sure about you but I've always had a huge fucking problem with doing or liking something that wasn't my own idea. I'm not interested in pushing someone else's agenda along and I certainly don't have time to be told what to do. "You probably won't like that, it's really spicy," so I'll have a double serving. "You should really start going to the gym, I think you'd end up loving it," so I vowed to never enter a gym in my life. "Don't sleep with that dude, I've heard he has herpes." So I did it anyway and got herpes. I'm definitely joking about that last point, but you can see where I'm going.
Honestly, if you really want me to do something for you, just tell me that I'm not capable and it'll happen in a jiffy. Call me stubborn, call me difficult, it's just the way that I am.
So, I'm sure it wouldn't come as a surprise to hear that I've had massive issue with being forced to embrace the colour pink in my life, a colour that society deems as feminine, pure and fertile. A colour that we (chicks) are programmed to love before we've even finished growing our own fingernails. We're wrapped in pink bundles as we exit the pink womb. We're dressed in pink bows and gifted pink toys. We paint our lips pink to attract those blue boys. It's all kind of a bit fucked.
I spent my formative years rebelling against those soft, female hues, as did most of my friends, during a time when we were starting to develop our feminist foundations. When you first start to form your own social conscience and push beyond your selfish teenage agenda (what’s for dinner and why is mum being such a bitch to me?) it can be hard to figure out what you really care about. So, you start caring about absolutely everything until you fine tune your ideals. Everything is fucked, everything needs to change, NO ONE UNDERSTANDS YOU. This is how the colour pink first made it onto my hit-list, amongst a jumble of hormonally fuelled arguments and status updates.
If you asked me what my favourite colour was when I was a teenager, I would have told you something cool and meaningful like "burnt orange" or "deep sea turquoise" because I was interesting, cool and rebelling against the norm. Now, as I've figured my shit out (slightly) and realised that you don't have to be angry about everything, just some of the things, I realised that I've made my peace with the colour pink.
"We're wrapped in pink bundles as we exit the pink womb. We're dressed in pink bows and gifted pink toys. We paint our lips pink to attract those blue boys."
So much so that everything in my life is pink all of a sudden. I didn't even realise that it was happening. One day I was just sitting in my room, wearing my pink coat and reading a pink book and it just dawned on me that all of my possessions were a member of the magenta crew. When did this happen?
I'd even go as far as saying that pink might be my favourite colour right now and apparently I'm not alone in this sudden fuchsia loving phase. Loads of my female friends have found that their lives are suddenly turning all different shades of pink and we're all okay with it, because honestly, there are bigger fish to fry. Pink isn't so much a gendered colour these days, I've seen plenty of dudes rocking a dusty pink Ralph Lauren and absolutely killing it. Babies aren't always pushed into the blue or pink category now, with gender neutral tones making their way into the nursery scene.
It's just a truly fabulous colour and I'm kind of bummed that I've only just now gotten over my weird issues now because it really makes my eyes pop.
It's okay to embrace inherently feminine qualities/styles/traits because at the end of the day, that's not the big issue here and you can always put your own flavour on it. Femininity comes in all forms and shouldn't be moulded to suit one persons' or group of people's ideas of what is acceptable. I mean, look at Elle Woods, she's out there doin' it for herself, getting shit done dressed head to toe in the pinkest of pinks. Unapologetically herself and unwilling to change for anyone. I want to be more like her because honestly, she knows what's up.
Kate Neilson is a list maker and a booty shaker. She likes cups of tea and toast in bed. She is the creator of Twenty Something Humans and is still figuring out what she wants to be when she grows up.