Pink has a way of bringing out the girl in me
Sometimes I just need a little more pink in my life. I grew
up surrounded mostly by brothers and their guy friends. As a young adult, I spent a year
and a half serving with mostly male missionaries. I married my husband and had
four sons, two of whom still live at home. I now go to networking events
attended mostly by men, and I just started a volunteer tech group whose
membership is about 95% male. (In fact, I would have been the only woman at our
last meeting had my girlfriend not offered to come along as a carpool companion.)
I’m used to seeing suits, ties, and black Wing Tips, and I’m used to washing
blue jeans, boxer shorts, and white tube socks, which are all fine and good. I
like boys and I like men. (Truth be told, at social events, I typically gravitate
toward the male conversations.) But sometimes I just need a little more pink in
my life.
