According to market research studies, girls really like the color pink. Wow, I hear you say, unimpressed. How revolutionary.
I'm sorry, let me clarify. It seems that girls like the color pink so much that when a company released pink variants of a shampoo (no different from the ones already out on the market except for the fact that it was called [Shampoo Name] PINK, it came in a pink bottle and, presumably, it contained pink shampoo), they became so popular among the girls that stores would run out of stock.
Wow. How revolutionary.
I don't pretend to understand how this happened, and neither do I pretend to know why pink has always been associated with girls, though I do have my theories. Because of this ingrained consciousness, however, and as a young girl growing up to Oprah and the advent of female superheroes on television (e.g., She-Ra and the Sailormoon girls), I fought to resist this stereotype. I initially chose to like red before settling for the more decidedly ungirly blue and green, and entered my teens avoiding pink of any kind. But I should have known that as I allowed myself attracted to purple, which I thought more mature, that it was only a matter of time before I gave in to stereotype altogether.
My favorite color is actually white, but I've traitorously filled my closet with more pink than blue, and the moment I realized this my younger self balked at the idea that I'd turned myself into a statistic--and worse than that, into part of the majority.
What I dislike about sociological studies or observations involving human behavior is their uncanny way of predicting what I'm inclined to do, what I'm inclined to like. The enigma of human nature behind which I hide, which is supposed to be my shield from the prying, judging eyes of the world, is suddenly gone, and I hate the feeling of exposure and vulnerability that comes when certain aspects of that nature are revealed. This is why I rebelled against liking a color I may or may not have been predisposed to like. This is why I tried to deviate my opinions and beliefs from what one would normally expect.
I can't say how successful I've been, and I can't imagine that it mattered much in the great big scheme of things, but somehow, defining myself against how others would define me felt silly. In my stubborn non-conformity, wasn't I still allowing myself to conform, albeit adversely, to what others are saying? Haven't I become as much a social construct as the stereotype?
Forgive me for elevating the mundane, but that was good enough a revelation to change a significant part of how I view things. The way I figured things, there's nothing wrong with the fact that pink appeals to me. There's nothing wrong when popularly liked things appeal to me, in the same way that it's perfectly reasonable for me to dislike popular opinion as well, and even better, I do believe this all still falls under the predictable unpredictability of human nature, does it not?
Wow. How revolutionary.



