ever since i found out i was pregnant with a girl, i made very clear i had no interest in a thundercloud of pink erupting all over my life. i actually like the color just fine and wear a bit of it myself (i’ve been told several times in the past it’s “my color,” which i think led me to reject it in recent years), but have an ethical issue with the MAJOR gender stereotyping that happens from birth. really, i HATE that boys and girls have societally designated colors, appropriate playthings, acceptable behaviors, etc, from infancy. in my opinion, it starts an absurd cycle of brainwashing that any person has to look, feel, think or act in a certain way, simply because of what genitals they were born with (did i just say genitals on a family blog? i think i did.). this is DANGEROUS behavior, friends. it leads to the kind of ignorant intolerance we see rampant around the world today. as a mom to a bow wearing, tutu loving boy, that leaves me with a heavy, heavy heart.
while i’ve always been a pretty tolerant person, having children has really brought to light the importance of embracing the unique choices and thoughts of my own children, and to allow them to develop whatever opinions they will (provided they act safely and respectfully). it’s an interesting social experiment i’m running in my gender neutral home, but i can’t help feeling positive about raising tolerant little people to help balance the world. of course as a parent, i hope so desperately for a world in which others will offer the same support and acceptance after they leave the safe space of our home. unfortunately, that’s not currently the case, but i’m reassured lately that things are slowly but surely moving in the direction of greater tolerance. but enough about major political debates…
anyway, i obviously have some strong feelings about that, and as a result, this is among the only pink things in bean’s wardrobe! again, it’s a fine color, a great one sometimes, but for very small children still adopting norms, it represents something to me i find unjust and irresponsible (when it is the only choice offered to them). this post is making me sound so extreme, and i assure you i’m really quite unassuming if you meet me in person…it’s just the principle, you know? but anyhow, my mom brought me back this very interesting eyelet pattern from her travels in india (looks a bit like a petri dish to me…gram positive rods, right?), and bean loved it. i had three matching sparkly pink buttons in my button stash, so i figured, if we’re going pink, why not go all out?
this version is the basic sleeveless bodice with a ruffled skirt which i left it unlined since the eyelet holes are very small; the bodice is lined in some leftover little folks voile, so it’s super soft and breathable for summer. given her deprivation of pink things as a result of her mother’s militance, i suppose it’s no surprise she wears this one all the time.