Essay My Favorite Color At School

707 Words Aug 15th, 2015 3 Pages
Pink. I distinctly remember lots of pink. Pink hair bands, pink book bags, pink toys--everything was pink. That is just how it was; everything female was pink; everything male was blue; no one questioned the system. In the early years, pink was my favorite color. Over the years, however, it became painfully obvious there was something wrong with pink--the boys didn’t want to wear it because it made them too girly, and being girly, as I would learn, was a bad thing. Rankine sums up the experience best when she says, “Soon you are sitting around, publicly listening, when you hear this (Rankine)”. Rankine’s language here is suspenseful. She uses the word “this” in place of something powerful, yet the reader still gets the same effect. Likewise, the words the children at school used were small, but they had a lasting impression on those around them who heard their words. A boy who failed to perform a task with satisfactory masculinity was told he was like a girl. A slow runner ran like a girl. A boy with emotion acted like a girl. A boy who was scared screamed like a girl. We traded “crying like a baby” for “crying like a girl” and no one ever noticed the shift in language. It was normal. Eventually, even the girls adopted this speech and aided the boys in the their misogynistic game of policing masculinity. Soon I, like many other girls, started taking these comment to heart. Every time someone did something “like a girl”, I took note to do just the opposite. It happened…

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