{"id":444,"date":"2017-12-04T12:00:25","date_gmt":"2017-12-04T17:00:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.bu.edu\/hoochie\/?p=444"},"modified":"2017-12-07T14:04:38","modified_gmt":"2017-12-07T19:04:38","slug":"la-vie-en-rose","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.bu.edu\/hoochie\/2017\/12\/04\/la-vie-en-rose\/","title":{"rendered":"La Vie en Rose"},"content":{"rendered":"
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By Eleni Constantinou<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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Growing up, I never liked the color pink. I always associated myself as a tomboy, particularly because my three brothers, male cousins, and my male friends influenced me. I wanted to seem like someone who was tough, and who knew what <\/span>they were doing. I never wanted to be \u201cthat girl:\u201d the girl with the frilly clothes and the obsession with princesses and Barbie\u2019s. Girls like that cried a lot. They needed <\/span>help with everything. And they depended on boys. Pink was a color of weakness, and I wanted to be like my aunt: a strong, independent, and single , successful businesswoman. I know that I was not the only girl who thought this way. I <\/span>remember seeing my classmates wrinkling their noses and exclaiming \u201cew pink!\u201d <\/span>because pink w <\/span>as reserved for the \u201cannoying popular girls,\u201d therefore marking pink <\/span>as a forbidden color to be ashamed of. <\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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I remember the exact moment when my opinion on the color pink completely changed. I was in my sophomore year of high school. I was reading Malala <\/span>Yousafzai\u2019s book <\/span>I am Malala. <\/span>When asked her favorite color, Malala declared <\/span>something along the lines of \u201cpink is my favorite color because it is feminine.\u201d I wish <\/span>I could find and present the exact quote. The point is, when Malala <\/span>\u2014 <\/span>an inspiration to me fo r her humanitarian work <\/span>\u2014 <\/span>posed pink as a feminine color, I stopped viewing something feminine as something I should be ashamed of. Yes, pink can be a <\/span>feminine color, but that\u2019s the best part about it. If Malala can be feminine and\u00a0<\/span>dedicate her life towards promoting education for other girls, of course I want to be feminine.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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Feminine, associated with the color pink, is now associated with fighting tirelessly for humanity. Pink can be hardcore and competitive, but it can also be frilly and dainty. Pink is no t weak. Pink is strong. Pink is not something to be <\/span>ashamed of, and neither is women or girls\u2019 femininity. <\/span> <\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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I recently discovered that everyone is gravitating towards the color pink, or <\/span>otherwise labeled as \u201cmillennial pink.\u201d <\/span>According to the blog Britton<\/a>, <\/span>\u201cpink speaks so <\/span>much to consumers that Digiday reported it has been mentioned more than 32,000 <\/span>times online in 2017 alone.\u201d The bottom line is, our generation\u2019s mindset has <\/span>already shifted from viewing femininity as frail and repelling to something truly beautiful and powerful. It is simply incredible that so many millenials choose to unite through the color pink.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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By Eleni Constantinou Growing up, I never liked the color pink. I always associated myself as a tomboy, particularly because my three brothers, male cousins, and my male friends influenced me. I wanted to seem like someone who was tough, and who knew what they were doing. I never wanted to be \u201cthat girl:\u201d the … Continue reading La Vie en Rose<\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":7073,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[5,587,588,86],"tags":[49,224,197,198,589,266],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bu.edu\/hoochie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/444"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bu.edu\/hoochie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bu.edu\/hoochie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bu.edu\/hoochie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/7073"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bu.edu\/hoochie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=444"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bu.edu\/hoochie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/444\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":464,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bu.edu\/hoochie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/444\/revisions\/464"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bu.edu\/hoochie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=444"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bu.edu\/hoochie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=444"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogs.bu.edu\/hoochie\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=444"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}