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Rethinking Pink January 25, 2017

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It feels terrible to come clean about this, but the whole breast cancer thing with pink? It makes me crazy. I wish they’d chosen any other color. I cannot buy (or bear) all the pink swag. I know it’s a reclamation, but I am not going to buy any pink fly-fishing gear or hop on the girly-color bandwagon.

So when the women’s march idea came up last November, I bristled—not at the thought of pussy hats, but of PINK pussy hats.

Lots of my Vermont friends headed to DC last weekend, including my across-the-street neighbor, Emily, who turned 12 on inauguration day and whose mother, as a present, took her on the two-overnights-on-the-bus-for-all-day-at-the-rally trip that left from here. This is a birthday that girl will NEVER forget. (The women on the bus signed Emily’s copy of book 2 of John Lewis’s March. How cool is that? Really.)

I headed to Montpelier with Rhonda and her son Ben. A lot of my friends had obtained their pussy hats, and I was starting to feel a bit guilty about having no pink. I have two pink ball caps, but neither would really do. I had my beanie from 2010’s Rally to Restore Sanity (my last DC march) as backup. Rhonda had an extra pink beanie and would bring it for my consideration.

It was a nice mixed-pink wool number with a flower. I wore it.

We got into town early enough to find parking and tool around. We had no idea how many people had come in after us until we headed back to the school where the march was about to begin. Cell service was overwhelmed, cut out, and we were unable to meet up with Sarah and Laura, after all our planning.

(When we left town, we discovered an interstate lined with parked cars, cars parked in the median strip, the exits into town closed off. It was astounding.)

Besides being part of a positive and inspiring demonstration, a highlight for me was being spotted by a blog friend, Alesia, whom I’d never met in all these years. (365ers: I can’t remember if she participated in that project, but she certainly was around soon after. She, like Helen, has since retired from the blogosphere.) Rhonda and I were closely watching the parade for Laura and Sarah from an excellent vantage point approaching the statehouse, and Alesia, who knew I would be there, recognized me (me, in a pink hat no less!), and I got to hug a cyberfriend!

But back to the pink. Seeing all the pink in the crowd that day—and more importantly, seeing it all at the march in DC and at all the marches around the world—that sea of pink really was uplifting. For at least one day, I loved it.

Rhonda gave me the lovely hat as a souvenir. (But I still won’t buy any pink fly-fishing gear.)

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1. susan365 - January 25, 2017

I’m not a fan of pink either. Maybe we should be . . . it sticks in my memory that I wore a bright pink sweater one day in the 80’s, and received compliments on it. Odd what we remember (and what we don’t).

indigobunting - February 13, 2017

Some pinks actually look good on me. That said, I bristle at the stereotyped stuff.

2. Dona - January 29, 2017

I’m not a fan of pink — and didn’t wear any for the march — not because of anything except that I own none (well, maybe my underwear was pink. I don’t remember).

indigobunting - February 13, 2017

Smiling now.

3. Mali - January 31, 2017

I’m with you. I hate the unrelenting pink that brainwashes little girls (and not so little girls) these days. But I’m glad that for just one day you loved it.

And I’m jealous that Alesia met you.

One of my AFS friends was at the same rally – I like to think that you might have seen each other, and smiled in solidarity!

indigobunting - February 13, 2017

I love that idea too!

4. Helen - February 11, 2017

This so makes me want to launch a line of pink fly fishing gear called “tickled pink,” particularly since I see that tickling trout is a time-honoured past-time: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trout_tickling (although that definitely sounds like an “alternative fact” to me).

I love that memory, Susan… I do think you would look pretty in pink. And Indigo, how fun that you managed to meet a cyber-person in the (pink) flesh.

indigobunting - February 13, 2017

There is plenty of pink fly-fishing gear out there, but none called Tickled Pink. I had forgotten about trout tickling! Who doesn’t love a belly rub?


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