She was wearing eight layers!
My daughter is in the grasp of The Pink Thing. It's a phase well deserving of the capital letters; she finds pink everywhere. ("Mine favourite colour pink! I LOVE pink! Finny like blue. Mummy favourite colour purple.")
It's mostly expressed in her clothing choices. She's still as vocal about her sartorial choices as she was six months ago, but colour is now the deciding factor. Her favourite combination is a pink polar fleece jersey over a pink and white polka-dotted dress over a pink shirt over a pink skirt over pink pants. Yes, a dress and a skirt. And pants. Oh, and pink slippers. At least she's warm.
I was hoping to avoid The Pink Thing altogether, not hit it before her third birthday. It does make me uncomfortable, and I'm not sure why.
Perhaps it's simply because it is so stereotypical? Or maybe I'm uncomfortable with The Pink Thing because it seems to be a message passed on from society despite my best efforts; why does she love pink?
If she's going to be a girly girl, all power to her, though I hope it's not because she thinks it's what I expect of her. Pink is just a colour, yes, but it comes with a whole social baggage of expectations and values. If she likes pink for pink's sake, that's okay. I just don't want all the "Math class is tough!" nonsense that goes along with it.
I don't want her to feel limited by expectations of her gender. I saw plenty of those assumptions when I was studying computer science. It's wrong, it's powerful, and it hurts. Though society is slowly making progress, it still happens today. That's why we get things like this atrocity.
On the other hand, I don't want to her to feel bad for liking pink. So I guess I'll embrace The Pink Thing. But I'll be doing my damnedest to negate some of the other messages society might be giving her.
Did your kids go through a pink phase? How did you feel about it?
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