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Eclectic postings from across the spectrum of arts, science, philosophy and religion.

Tuesday, 10 March 2009

Pink pressure.

Following Jon's post...

As aforementioned 'interpid co-author' (I want a t-shirt with that on!) I thought I would elaborate a little on what I found most distressing about pretty much every high street baby store I tried. (And I speak as someone who *loves* going into baby stores and cooing over every tiny item).

The pink/blue divide was, as Jon says, absolute and undeniable. And I'm not buying (literally or metaphorically) any of the biological determinism that would have us believe that little girls just prefer pink. The truth is babies couldn't care less what colour they are dressed in, busy as they are concentrating on milk and mummy and all of the rest of the wonders of the world. In fact, not so long ago it was the boys who were presumed to be naturally pretty in pink, and some arguments suggest that we have Hitler to thank for the current situation, after he associated pink with homosexuality and femininity during the Holocaust.

The thing is, we *teach* children that certain colours are and are not for them, which might not be such a big deal were it not for the fact that we sneak some pretty dubious attitudes along with the colours. Those tiny pink t-shirts sporting slogans like 'mummy's little princess' and 'daddy's little flower' are training girls for a life of decoration and fragility while the boys are off being 'little explorers' or even 'little monsters.' Neither sex gets a particularly good deal out of this.

And pink can take on an even more sinister hue according to the lovely people at Pink Stinks (check it out), who argue that the princess culture trains little girls for a lifetime of sexual objectification. It would take someone far less cynical than me to argue that the fluffy bunny ears of the playboy stationary brand are pink by mere co-incidence. Or that their Barbie hue is irrelevant to the pre-teenaged girls who fall for them because they are 'cute and girly'.

Don't get me wrong. Like Jon, I like pink. It's a pretty colour. But is has been horribly used and abused and appointed puppet ruler for all kinds of attitudes and ideas about what it means to be a girl. The pink and blue divide begins in babyhood but it doesn't have to be this way. If we stopped teaching babies how to be boys or girls we would have more time to teach them to be human beings.

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Thursday, 5 March 2009

The campaign against pink

Wearing a fluffy pink dressing gown has taken on an unusually subversive edge recently.

When my young daughter burst into the world a few months ago we were showered with the kind cards and gifts of our friends and relatives. But not just any old cards and gifts - pink cards and gifts. Now I've got nothing against pink - as the dressing gown wearing suggests - I might even say I like it in moderation, but I was shocked by the unremitting quantity.

New parent or not, I'm not someone to pass up on the opportunity to investigate a social phenomena. So I sent out the intrepid coauthor of this blog to investigate. Were people choosing pink or was there no option?

The resulting reports made desultory reading - well known baby stores were parted into blue and pink as starkly as the...Red sea.

The initial shock of parenthood has now worn off and I have managed to visit a shop myself. We were in a popular supermarket chain that shall remained unnamed beginning with S, looking for a sunhat for Abigail. Being novices we didn't know where to find baby things so we asked an assistant and waited for them to return:
" I thought she was a girl so I bought this one." A pretty pink number was produced.
We followed the assistant to the hats for tiny heads and immediately fell for a sky blue offering with (environmentally friendly) cars stitched around the edge.

Having paid for our hat I happened to glance at the receipt. The description read:
"BOYS CAR FISHERM[AN HAT]"






Unbelievable.

Let's hope Abigail likes sky blue. I have a feeling she might be wearing quite a bit.

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