I have never considered myself to be a “pink” girl. You know what I mean. The girls who aspire to drive around in bright pink Porsches like Elle Woods, not to say that I think there is anything wrong with that. From birth, girls are bombarded with baby to pepto-bismol pink. Products made for girls are automatically done in — pink!
At such a young age, it seemed to me that pink was assigned to me, which of course meant that I wasn’t much of a fan, and it was just so extremely feminine. I just didn’t see the color as representative of me, or any part of my style. This year I began to see pinks coming into favor on the runway, and with celebrities, Rhianna in particular. Somehow she is able to turn even a frothy salmon ball gown into an edgy statement. Even pastels began to appeal to me. However, I didn’t realize until today, sitting outside of Union Station in Chicago, that the meaning of pink has changed entirely, which is …
