Pink

If you think I'm writing this post specifically for you, then you're wrong.  Every person I know doesn't understand why I won't put my baby girl in pink.

(Inspired by "The Cat in the Hat")

But that is not all.  Oh, no.  That is not all...

I won't dress her in camo or neons or pinks,

I won't dress her in leather or leopard or minks,

No polka dots, glitter, no flowers, no bows,

No skirts and no dresses, and no pantyhose.

No ruffles or leggings or flared tops with lace,

Or slick shiny shoes, so she falls on her face.

Oh dear, said the cat.  You did not like our game.

What a shame, what a shame, what a shame, what a shame.

Extreme, you might think.  But is it really?  I didn't dress Drakeson in any of that, and nobody gave me shit about it.  I don't dress that way myself, and nobody complains.  I sometimes wear sundresses when it's hot outside, but I'd gladly switch to a diaper if I could pull that off.  And I may wear tight pants every now and again, but that's for my husband.  I digress.  My first point is one of aesthetics, and aesthetics alone.  I just don't find all this clothing marketed for girls so damn cute.
Pink.  It's just a color.  It's red and white.  Pink isn't really for girls at all, so why does it matter so much to me?  Maybe I hate the fact that we've associated colors with genders in the first place.  Maybe I hate the expectation and demand that I follow a handful of clothing guidelines.  Maybe I hate the eagerness from others to make assumptions regarding my child's personality, interests, strengths, and weaknesses.  Think back on the last conversation you witnessed regarding a baby.  The first item of order was gender.  The second was stereotyping.
A lot of people ask: what would I do if Millicent ended up loving pink?  I'll tell you.  I'd do the same thing I'd do for Drakeson if he loved pink.  I'd buy her lots and lots and lots of it.  Until then, if Drakeson can be the prettiest girl on the block in a Darth Vader shirt with a cape, then so can Milli.