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What is it about pink that makes us want to squeal and pinch stuff? In other words, why is pink so damn cute?

Turns out, it wasn’t always a symbol of femininity like we tend to think of it today. The practice of assigning a color to an individual gender didn’t begin until the 1920s – and believe it or not, back then pink was considered an appropriate color for boys! Pale blue, on the other hand, was thought to be dainty and delicate enough for girls. All this finally changed in 1940s, and pink became the girls’ color for good.

As an estrogen junky, I have an overt obsession with pink and ravenously collect objects of this color – boxes, purses, shoes, art… It’s like a sugar rush that never gets old and is always ever so satisfying. To me, pink is beautiful: it’s that rosy blush splashed across a cute girl’s face; a shiny new Barbie doll box about the be opened; the tiny crystals atop of a freshly-baked cookie.

Contrary to popular belief, pink isn’t just for little girls. It’s come to symbolize love and sexuality. Pink is kink! It’s the color of a female orgasm: electric fuchsia if it’s good to the point of delirium and blah-pink if it’s just okay. ;) Pink is glamour: a touch of magenta can sass up an otherwise monochromatic outfit and turn a girl-next-door into a fabulous vixen with a single stroke of fuchsia lipstick.

But above all things, we love pink for its simple yet uncanny ability to transform the bland and the ordinary into extraordinary and darling!

If you love pink as much as I do, I’d love to hear what it means to you. :)