bits and bobs

I’ve changed the theme for my blog again, as you can see. I get bored easily, I can’t settle down to anything online usually. I like to chop and change as much as I can. If I can. Some people have the same usernames, emails, etc for years and years. I like change. Or I just can’t get make my mind up. Depends on how you look at it.

So now we’re in the pink.

I used to hate pink when I was a teenager, it was one of my few serious rebellions. That an wearing shoes to school and going to assembly. Pink was a girl thing, and I was definitely no girl, like I am definitely no lady. A woman yes, but not a lady. My sister pointed out to me on Thursday I must be the only woman who doesn’t care about her body image, and while that’s wrong for a couple of reasons, over all, I’m not that bothered, most of the time. I calculated it to be 70% of the time I don’t care about my body. When I say calculated, I mean, I decided 70% was a good number and ran with it.

Anyway, this isn’t about that, this is about the colour pink.

I’ve always been a ‘tom-boy’. Until I was six I had long hair, and then one night I cut it all off. myself. My parents went mental, it was school picture day. I hate wearing shoes, skirts, mascara baffles me (it just clogs my eyes up so I can’t see), only a few years ago did I figure out how to put eye-liner on. My friend decided I needed to wear and own shoes, heels no less. the last time I wore heels of any kind was in school, and I hate them. In the last two years I wore black trainers that barely made the uniform (barely).

Pink is a girls colour. Or it is now, and I like pink again, hot pink mostly, flourescent pink. I have florescent pink socks. My blog was blue for about three days last week, but I’ve gone off blue, despite it being one of my top colours. I attribute that to being mostly because it’s supposed to be for boys, and that it’s the colour of Coventry City Fc, my favourite football team. It’s a remnant from childhood, my like of the colour blue.

Though occasionally, I think it odd that we have favourite colours at all, it’s an odd thing about humans. I’m pretty sure animals do not have favourite colours.

Off-point.

So pink used to be for boys, once upon a time:

The people who were traditionally dressed in pink and called girls were boys. Pink was considered the traditional colour for boys and blue for girls in the 19th century. In 1927, there was a report about Princess Astrid of Belgium who had decorated her son’s room pink, only for her to give birth to a daughter. Part of the reason why blue may be seen as the traditional colour for girls is because the Virgin Mary is dressed in blue. Right until the mid-15th century, all children were referred to as girls, boys were called “knave girls” and girls were called “gay girls”. The word “boy” originally meant “servant”.

This is quoted from QI, via The British Comedy Guide.

This isn’t why the blog is pink. I just like pink. Why? I don’t know, I used to like pink, like every little girl I’m sure, though I don’t remember so you’d have to ask my mum (cause she was there) or my sister because she remembers everything (but can’t spell any of it).