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pantryslutI am wearing pink to the office today. There's no way around it -- this shirt is pink. I can say, as is my wont, that this is rose, and when I ordered it from the catalog, it was a slightly deeper hue that I was hoping for. But no luck. Pink, pink, pink.
Wearing pink to Folsom is one thing. Wearing pink to the office is another.
I get irritated at the expressions of titillation that my friends sometimes get whenever I wear something vaguely pink. 'Cuz pink is, you know, femme and girly and all the things I'm supposed to not be (according to who?). There's a weird disrespect there, and not just for me. And it's also bizarre to have so many of my normally otherwise enlightened friends suddenly patrolling the borders of *my* gender. Thanks, if I wanted that, I can get it any time from the rest of the world...
Plus, pink makes me look all apple-cheeked and cheerful, when we all know I am hard-bitten and cynical ;)
I may not have time to change from my office clothes before this evening's festivities begin. So if you see me in pink tonight, be not startled, afraid, or intimidated. Or I'll have to start arguing that I'm dressed as a Victorian man, from the era when we all knew that pink was a virile and masculine color.
Wearing pink to Folsom is one thing. Wearing pink to the office is another.
I get irritated at the expressions of titillation that my friends sometimes get whenever I wear something vaguely pink. 'Cuz pink is, you know, femme and girly and all the things I'm supposed to not be (according to who?). There's a weird disrespect there, and not just for me. And it's also bizarre to have so many of my normally otherwise enlightened friends suddenly patrolling the borders of *my* gender. Thanks, if I wanted that, I can get it any time from the rest of the world...
Plus, pink makes me look all apple-cheeked and cheerful, when we all know I am hard-bitten and cynical ;)
I may not have time to change from my office clothes before this evening's festivities begin. So if you see me in pink tonight, be not startled, afraid, or intimidated. Or I'll have to start arguing that I'm dressed as a Victorian man, from the era when we all knew that pink was a virile and masculine color.
