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By ycb123 • 14 years ago

On my love (and hate) relationship with the colour pink . . .

This morning, I crawled out of bed at ten minutes past seven, showered, brushed my teeth, combed my hair, dressed and prepared to leave for work. A fairly simple routine for both sexes, right? Or maybe not . . .

Climbing out of bed I snatch up my dressing gown. It’s warm, and fluffy, and I love it. It was given to me by an aunt for my twenty first birthday, and wearing it is like wearing a hug. It’s also bright pink.

Moments later I’m in the shower and reaching for a razor to shave my legs. If I were utterly uncouth I might consider skipping this part of my routine and sparing myself ten minutes. After all, hair growth is a natural part of life. But, natural or otherwise, I don’t think I could abide the stares and the giggles that would follow if I failed to shave my legs, and so I conform with the social norm.

The razor I use is pink. It’s pink, because I’m a girl and therefore I must like this colour. It is also pink so that I can clearly identify that this razor is meant to be used by girls. To label a razor by its intended use, ‘face’, ‘scalp’, ‘legs’ would be inappropriate to say the least, the colour pink is a much more appropriate way for the manufacturers to tell me which razor is best suited to my needs.
By ycb123 • 15 years ago

Dealing with personal space at work . . .

Like most people I’ve had my personal space invaded on a number of occasions. On public transport or the dance floor where everyone’s packed in like sardines, you tend to just deal with the fact that there are strangers standing a lot closer than you would normally allow them. When the crowds are absent however, someone who gets inside ‘your bubble’ (as my sister’s call it) can cause a great deal of discomfort.
For me, invasion of the bubble has happened a few times in the past but never with serious consequences, and not always explicitly. Every time there has been a justification for not making a scene; sometimes it is fear of offending, others uncertainty as to weather the ...

Like most people I’ve had my personal space invaded on a number of occasions. On public transport or the dance floor where everyone’s packed in like sardines, you tend to just deal with the fact that there ...