I’ve always had a love/hate relationship with the color pink. I’m talking about cotton candy pink, bubble gum pink, Barbie pink. The shades of pink that have been known to signify the sort of bouncy brainlessness that society often celebrates in a good-looking woman. As a child, I loved the color. It is what many little girls come to understand as feminine: a color that is ours alone, unconcerned with any cultural assumptions that may come with it. Soft and diaphanous, playful, frivolous pink. Continue reading →