Let Colours Be Colours And Kids Be Kids

I can’t believe in 2025, there are people so offended that I’d dress my son in something pink. The other day my baby was wearing a salmon stripped cardigan and the way some folks react, you’d think I’d committed some kind of parental crime—one that challenges the very foundation of masculinity itself. But let’s be real: it’s just a colour. A vibrant, joyful, historically significant colour that was once even associated with boys before arbitrary marketing trends flipped the script (yes it was once considered a softer version of powerful masculine red).

Yet here we are, still battling outdated ideas that tell us pink is weak, blue is strong, and that gender expression is something so fragile it can be unraveled by a cotton onesie or a cardigan.

This isn’t just about pink, either. It’s about the absurdity of toxic masculinity, a force that tells little boys they must be tough, emotionless, and never stray from the “approved” list of gender norms. It’s about the shame ingrained in men for daring to embrace softness, creativity, or anything deemed remotely “feminine.”

The fact is, masculinity isn’t so weak that it crumbles under the weight of a pastel hue. The real issue isn’t what colour we put on our kids—it’s the way we police their expression, boxing them into rigid stereotypes before they even get a chance to define themselves.

So yes, my son will wear pink. He’ll wear blue, green, yellow, and whatever else he wants. More importantly, he’ll grow up knowing that his worth isn’t defined by a colour palette, and that confidence comes from self-expression, not forced conformity. He’ll understand that being human means embracing the full spectrum of emotions—joy, sadness, vulnerability, strength—without shame. I want him to know that his identity isn’t confined to outdated societal expectations but shaped by his own values, interests, and kindness towards others.

And if that rattles some people in 2025? Maybe it’s time they catch up.