Fun fact time: many of my old acquaintances still make joking comments whenever they see me wearing pink, because as a child (and honestly pretty much right up to high school) I would refuse to associate with any pink objects.
It wasn’t because I didn’t like pink, it was because since I appeared female I was supposed to/ it was immediately assumed that I did and therefore it pissed me the ever-loving fuck off. I was ashamed to like it, which is terrible because pink is an awesome color. But when you shove it down young girls throats it gets really old, really fast.
Give the child the fucking rainbow, and if they pick pink, it’s not because they are female and/or effeminate, it’s because they like the color pink.
And here we have why I ‘loathed’ pink as a child. Still not my favourite colour but that’s because it’s not my favourite colour, end of story. That said, I am wearing blaringly loud pink right now although I’d need to do a Marilyn Monroe standing over a subway grate for anyone else to be able to tell. lol And, actually, this is also why I tried to suppress my wicked awesome powers of colour distinction (seriously, just watch me sort jelly beans sometimes. I’m also great at comparing paint colours even though to everyone else here all three or four red samples basically looked the same and they couldn’t figure out which one would go over the old colour best and also key with everything else in that room) for so long because being able to distinguish/name lots of different colours instead of just red, blue, green, etc is a “girl thing” and of course something that boys don’t naturally do (and of course if they do do it then they’re “gay” and of course “gay” is meant in a negative way) and that comes to girls in a mystic feminine mojo kind of way. Not, you know, because in my case I’m a classic introvert and high-sensitive and really far to those ends of the spectrum on both so my brain is wired to make really fine distinctions between colours (and other things as well).