tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817598161079711298.post889570601260957997..comments2015-05-16T03:29:44.293-07:00Comments on Wildflower Childhood: Pink* Will Eat Your Brain.Ameliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08175095880475983888noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4817598161079711298.post-89585073972351892262013-01-04T05:51:47.869-08:002013-01-04T05:51:47.869-08:00As a child, I avoided pink. Bleurgh. I didn't ...As a child, I avoided pink. Bleurgh. I didn't like the colour. My parents painted my room pink once whilst I was at my grandma's house or something, and I came home DISTRAUGHT about it. They had not asked me what colour I wanted, and I definitely did not want pink - it was swiftly repainted blue!<br /><br />My first bike had to be a boys bike, because girls bikes didn't come in any colour but pink.<br /><br />My interests in general are not girly at all. People have remarked at me, "you're not really a girl, are you?" I am a girl, actually, and I strongly identify with the female gender, I'm just not that stereotypical beyond liking to dress in nice clothes and shoes, I do have a thing for handbags, and I paint my nails.<br /><br />I am a programmer. I excelled at maths and sciences in school. I would go to a friends house and tell her that we should play hide and seek, tell her to hide, and then sneak off to play video games with her brother because I just couldn't stomach playing with Barbies any longer.<br /><br />Maybe the fact that I avoided anything pink, and in fact was blessed with many trainsets, dinosaurs and colourful puzzles and activities as a child, attributed to my ability to go further in fields that no woman is normally expected to even venture into? Who knows.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com