I grew up in a pink room. Light, insipid pink. I hate pink. Pink
walls, pink curtains, pink rug, pink bedspread. Pink, pink, pink. Who
invented that awful color and assigned it to girls? Ugh. So when I
turned 13 I asked to paint my room, offering to do the work myself.
Problem is, the walls had to match the existing curtains, which left me
a choice of a deeper pink or the-seventies-are-so-over avocado green.
I went with the green.
You would have gone with the green, too, wouldn't you?
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