Pink has always been a feminine colour in my childhood and I despised it. Like Emily McGregor, I wasn’t very feminine growing up. I enjoyed t-shirts and shorts over dresses and skirts. Hockey was my go-to sport, not figure skating. And pink was on my hate list.
The reason why I didn’t like pink when I was younger was because everyone called it a ‘girl colour.’ My favourite colour was (and still is) blue. But, to be specific, it’s Toronto Maple Leafs blue. That’s because it was a ‘boys colour.’ Really! That was the reason why. I didn’t like the fact that I had to like a certain colour because I was a girl and that I couldn’t like another colour because I wasn’t a boy. I felt that it was unfair because we should have the right to choose between all the colours to pick the one we liked most. I think you’re starting to sense the spark in me that advocated for fairness and individuality.
Nowadays, I don’t hate pink as much anymore because fashion experts have pink in the men’s wardrobe. Surprisingly, I even own a few pink outfits and I have a wardrobe full of dresses and skirts too. Makeup though is something I’m still am a no for. It dries out my skin like crazy and it’s such a pain to have to wake up early to ‘colour my face.’ I’m perfectly fine without all that hassle.
Did you know that Jason Momoa, the actor who played Aquaman, is a huge fan of the colour pink (and he makes sure the public knows this by flashing pink in almost all his outfits, including his signature pink scrunchie).
Here’s a sneak peek from my novel: I chose Jason Momoa as the celebrity Emily McGregor fantasizes about because of his fashion. Momoa’s love for pink was the perfect match because I was indirectly making a bold statement that all colours should be treated equally and that there is no such thing as a boy’s or girl’s colour.
Check out my novel, ‘Hold on please, Emily,’ coming this May to read the full story about Emily McGregor.