Called "Pinkwashing," this practice allows companies to disguise harmful behaviors and business models with a surface of charitable giving. The entire movement allows companies cover to hide unsavory activities, which sometimes are even known to cause cancer themselves.
Take that desk of yours and decorate the sh*t out of it until it magically transforms into that corner office. To create the ultimate workspace, start by making it homey and personal with a jolt of energy. Think ambient lighting, warm pops of color and personal touches like artwork.
I pointed to a bottle with red and green sparkles that reminded me of Christmas and another one with silver sparkles that seemed a good choice for New Year's Eve. "No. This one," he said, sidestepping my choices and picking the sparkly pink. I threw it in my cart.
Pinktober is like a long-running TV show. It began with a bang and was loved by millions. But it jumped the shark years ago and its ratings have slipped. There are better options. It's time to pull the plug on pink.
Fueled by our fury over the responses we were getting because we weren't BALD, a lot of us wrote TODAY back to explain how gutted we by the fact that a lot of women are getting left out of the conversation, by the media perpetuation that you must LOOK sick in order to BE sick.
Pink is my boy's favorite color. While I draw the line at hot pink walls in his bedroom, I can identify him on the ice by the pink laces in his hockey skates. Ask Noah, and he'll do his best to convince you that pink is for boys.
I want to be wary of making her embarrassed or ashamed of what she likes, especially if it seems girly. Because misogyny gets internalized. Because fantasy is the one game in which we all have autonomy. Because that unembarrassed power is a thing I want to preserve for my daughter.
Pink is the color of hope, beauty and life, and as a parent you should be honored that your son wants to embrace that, it will only make your son a better man and help make the world a world a much better place to live in.
Clutching a teddy bear in one arm and a balloon in another, the little boy with a deep scar under his eye looked up and asked in Arabic, very gently... almost a whisper: "Khala (aunt) Rym. Can I have toothpaste for my sisters and I?"
The girl who'd thrust her hand high in the air when the red planet was offered up to the group claimed Mars. "Why did you want to be Mars?" I asked her afterwards. I was not prepared for her unabashed reply: "I like pink. It was closest to pink."