I used to hate pink. Especially pepto-bismol-pink and Barbie-pink. I thought pink was weak and froo-frooish. I hated it!
Then, I got older... and I started to see pink in a new shade. Hot pink. Fuschia. Atomic Pink... the color I dyed my hair. I started buying lots of pink things.. pink velvet leopard pants, pink mesh shirt, pink chain necklace... I have about 10 different shades of pink nailpolish. What is it about pink?
Well for me, it's about punk. Bright, unapologetic, in-your-face, spiky, textured, velvety, sparkly, outrageous... and girly; not in a cheerleader, I'm-so-giggly, airhead/ditsy-I'll-do-anything-for-a-cute-guy type of way; but in a "I'm confident, sexy, feminine, powerful, playful, intense, real" kind of way. Pink can be calming or exciting. As an accent or the main focus, it works. Pink goes with everything. It's strawberries, flowers, a sunset, love, a new baby, a scent, a memory.
Without pink, life would be blue...
9:51PM, 4 February 2005 PDT