Pink is a funny colour. I can never quite make up my mind whether I like it. On the one hand, it is full of the connotations of sexism. Frilly girlie pink toys and pink wallpaper and baby pink clothes. Soft fluffy pink; even that phrase evokes femaleness and I want to rail against it and demand that girls can wear blue and boys can wear pink and that's just fine.
So I don't know what I think of the colour pink. I know I don't want a pink living room and I don't think I have much pink in my wardrobe, although there is probably something in there that is lurking at the back. However, I do know that I cannot reject pink altogether. That would be silly and forcing a rigid ideology on the beauty around me. Such as the beauty of wild pink barley, growing freely along the Pembina River in Alberta. How can I not like this pink?