I live in a household of males. Pink is my respite. My special color. My super power.
I have 2 examples to illustrate how I reached this conclusion.
1. My older son commandeered my black underarmour slip on sandals and returned them COVERED in dirt. At that point they became his sandals and I ordered some new ones in PINK so there was no question who they belonged to.
2. I ordered a 4 pack of microfiber beach towels for the family. The 4 pack was the price of 2.5 individual towels, so obviously a no brainer, but we did not get to pick the colors. They were perfect:
PINK (obviously me, no one else in my house is getting caught dead with a pink towel)
GREY (perfect for my engineer husband. The absence of color fits him exactly)
GREEN (my oldest son’s favorite color)
BLUE (my youngest son’s favorite color)

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