Pink. I like pink. And I think I look pretty damn good in it. But I kind of hate that I like it. It just feels soโฆgirlie. You know? And why do I feel so uncomfortable with that word? โGirlieโ? Probably because it drums up an image of a helpless, shallow, eek-thereโs-a-spider-squish-it-for-me-while-I-squeal-and-run-away-crying type of individual. Or one of the Mean Girls or Ashley sisters from Disneyโs Recess. Women as vicious and vengeful and they are beautiful. I guess in a way it sounds โweakโ. It holds a connotation that leaves an unsavoury flavour on my little pink tongue, built on cultural and societal stereotypes that have seeped into me like water on a sponge. But itโs just a colour. A freakinโ colour. Why should it bother me so much to embrace and acknowledge that? Itโs just a colour. Itโs just a colour.