A Peck of Gold

Encouraging Pink

My little girl is in pursuit of all things pink. Her ultimate goal in life is to be draped in pink, eating a pink cookie, in a pink house, with a pink pony in the backyard. And I shamelessly encourage it. She probably will grow out of it eventually (but maybe not), so I enjoy the chance to dress her in yards of pink flowers and sparkles and hearts and bows. Pink makes her very happy, which makes me happy, too.

I don't worry that she doesn't want to wear a "strong charcoal" or a "power cranberry". I don't believe her strength will come from the color she wears, or the way she arranges her hair. I don't think you have to reject things that are feminine in order to be a strong female. Pink doesn't make you weak. More women realize that now, and the days of the uber-feminists are over. No more pinstriped power suits to promote a woman's equality. We're done with that agenda. No longer do we want to live up to the standard required in a man’s world. The new woman is more balanced and confident and knows that our strength doesn't come from our equality to men. It is in our differences from men that we are fulfilling the greatest potential in ourselves. Those qualities that are unique to a woman are the wells of our fortitude and abilities. I'm not saying that women are only fit for domestic chores. What I'm saying is that those biological differences give us a perspective that is distinct and beneficial, and ultimately, more powerful than you’d think.

I'm so glad. Because, you know, Wrenn's not the only one who looks good in pink.