So, I may have mentioned it, but I hate pink with a passion. Now, I’ll cheer on anyone else who loves it, just keep it away from my body and home. I think some of it is a generational thing. My mother clearly wanted a barbie doll more than a real life little girl and inflicted pink pastels and crinoline skirts on me constantly as a toddler and pre-schooler with a background diatribe of “Shut up, sit down, act like a lady who is seen and not heard” while my older brothers were expected to play baseball and football and have fun and get dirty. You can guess how much trouble I got into (by 2 or 3 years old, mind you) for behaving like a toddler… That’s not to mention the OTHER dialogue running through that thread: real careers are for men. The only jobs you’re allowed pay starvation wages (at the time) and are proof that you failed to find a “good” man to marry.
Which probably puts a lot of things about my characters and writing into perspective :D. However, my feelings on pink, at least, may have softened a little after the Women’s March. Now it symbolizes resistance to all the things I lived with as a child and hated, which may be the biggest ironies of my life: what had been the symbol of being reduced to a body has become a symbol of resisting the effort to force women back into those very roles.
My oldest daughter went into hysterical laughter when I told her I wanted a pink hat (dark pink, I still can’t quite bring myself to deal with pastels.) And in honor of #DressLikeAWoman, I decided to recolor outfits of two of my OCs. Temna, the marauder, showing off her bodybuilding physique, and Wykketh (or Keth), my new rattataki Mercenary.