I love the color pink. I always
have loved pink, and don’t anticipate that I’ll ever stop loving pink. As a
matter of fact, I’m wearing pink as I write this. It’s just a bright, happy
color. My favorite color is purple (as you can probably infer based on the blog
color scheme), but pink is certainly a very close second. My friends have always thought it was a little weird that I'm so into pink, since I just don't seem the type, but I really love the color. So sue me.
I volunteer at the children’s
service at my synagogue on Shabbat (the Sabbath). Every week, the kids
walk around with kid-sized Torahs, some of which are stuffed toys. There’s only
one pink one. I feel like I should mention that this pink Torah is about twice my age, very faded, a little corroded looking, and has been sewed more times than I can remember to keep the stuffing from falling out. The other stuffed Torahs (that only come in red, yellow, blue, and purple) were bought in the past few years, so they all look new and are in pretty good condition. Despite the clear quality disparity, all hell breaks loose every Shabbat when the
little girls come running to grab the pink Torah before anyone else can catch up.
And yes, innumerable tears have been shed and many fights have ensued over this
issue.
The obsession over the pink Torah
has been going on for a while now, and it’s really been bothering me. I know
it’s not the girls’ fault that they love pink, since they’re being flooded by
pink pink pink on a daily basis by the media. Like, a while ago, I was at a
friend’s house, and we were watching the Disney movie Princess Protection
Program with her youngest sister. As I stated previously, I love pink, but the movie’s insistence that
princesses have to have lots and lots of pink things was getting me nauseated.
I know that my own love of pink is because society has conditioned me, a
possessor of ovaries, to like the color. It’s nobody’s fault but the media, and
society for allowing it.
Is it really a big deal, though?
If girls love pink, does it matter so much? I think it does, not so much
because of the specifics of the matter, but because of the concept. When one
gender is conditioned to prefer one thing to another, it becomes the property
of that gender, not to be enjoyed by the other. Pink is liked by girls, which
makes it girly; if it’s girly, boys who like it are considered effeminate. Boys
like cars, so that’s really boyish; if it’s boyish, girls who like it are
tomboys. It separates the genders, making a dichotomy between the two.
(And I’d like to point out that girly
doesn’t have any real male equivalent. I used boyish in the above
paragraph for lack of a better word, but it doesn’t have the right
connotation.)
When the girls at my synagogue
fight over the pink Torah, they create their own little world, excluding the
boys. If a boy naturally likes pink, it’s too bad for them - it’s girly.
One Shabbat quite a while ago,
a boy actually asked for the pink Torah. It had already been snapped up by one
of the girls, but it really made me happy that society and his parents hadn’t
yet conditioned him not to like pink. While he hasn’t asked for the pink Torah again,
I hope he still wants it.