Pink is believed to be about youth and femininity. I once travelled by train from York to London, and the car’s passengers were almost all school girls dressed in pink hoodies. It was as vulgar as their incessant use of profanities.
How come pink has become such a despicable colour?
Nature loves pink and uses it sparingly, 15 minutes in the morning, 15 minutes in the evening, and only sometimes. It was meant to be enjoyable and almost sacred. Today, artists are often afraid to use pink in their paintings. They don’t want to be accused of being false, girlish, or catering to the unsophisticated public.
Yet, pink is often masculine. Like this pink peak in the photograph. Combination of pink and grey is nature’s favourite. Yet men shy it instinctively.
I call it the Pink Pity.