The problem with pink is not the colour itself, it is the narrow focus of what you as a young girl are told you can or can't like, what you should like because it has this one colour painted all over it. Pink was never on the Harry Potter lego I loved. There is so much more to a girl and to being the girl than this one colour appears to say.
Before I became a parent I was a fully paid up member of the right on- politically correct brigade. If asked, I would have said I was determined to bring up my children free to embrace whatever interested them, be it maths and science experiments for a girl or fashion and cookery for boys. But it hasn't quite turned out that way.
Bowie had helped me as I struggled to understand my own gender identity and sexuality as a teen and I dearly wanted her to know his brilliance too. I hit play on the Bowie playlist that's accompanied so many of our post dinner dance parties and pulled out some face paints. With Bowie looking out at us from the ipad we painted on red stripes and quiffed our hair.
Pink, it seems, really is a women's issue. It doesn't matter whether you are a woman of colour, a woman of means, a single mother, a 16 year old girl, a lesbian - if you want to be taken seriously, you can't be pink. 'Being pink' is about more than just wearing pink; it's about displaying any indicator of the particular brand of femininity that pink represents...
The recent trend of celebrity breastfeeding selfies bothers me. I fully support the intention behind these images, to raise awareness of breastfeeding's benefits and normalise breastfeeding in public... Many mums, despite heroic efforts, just cannot breastfeed their children... I felt ashamed I couldn't breastfeed.