And it breaks my heart now every time Nora gets a new bag of hand-me-downs and Eric sees the pink jackets in the bag and desperately wants one. I wish they were his size, but he always has to compromise with the greys, and the blues and browns that we get from older boys. Nora gets dinosaurs too sometimes, but they tend to be smiling, and with crowns, and they are pink or purple, and I wonder why we feel the need to ‘soften’ them for girls, and why we consider that anything pink is cute and not brave or fierce.
I love the feminism of choices, the one were beauty queens speak about the need of teaching leadership to little girls, and were badass football stars demand equal pay and don’t shy from celebrations and occupying space. I love women supporting different kinds of women and understanding that the differences are not measured in wrong or right. I love how things are changing and the almost touchable sorority between us because we see each other as part of one. Society has somehow made us a minority even if we are the 51% and we are using that sisterhood to fight back.
I love seeing myself in the mirror, with my pink hair and feeling brave and fierce, because we are reinventing fabulous!