Please. Enough With the Pink Shit.

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Hey, ladies. Do you like not getting ax-murdered by a madman, but just wish that not dying a horrific death could be a little more fabulous? Well, get excited! Capitalism is here for you! Women's self-defense products are increasingly taking fashion into account as much as function, for all us ladies who've always longed to maim a ne'er-do-well with pink mace, pink pepper spray, pink tasers, pink nunchuks, pink bo staffs, pink throwing stars, pink hand grenades, pink vagina daggers, pink tridents, pink big rocks, and pink attack bears. Not only that, they've even shrunk everything down to fit our tiny, limp baby-hands! Finally! I know we all remember those dark days before pink weapons were invented—when a woman's only defense was to offer her attacker a plate of delicious oatmeal cookies (mmmmmmmmm!!!) and then curl up in the fetal position and embrace death's cold breath upon her neck. I mean, what else were we going to do? Use regular-colored stuff??? Like for dudes? Grooooooooss!!!!!


Rebecca Hoffman at the NY Press takes a look at some self-defense products targeted at women, and the unfortunate marketing campaigns that go along with them:

A woman's personal safety isn't a joke, though it is, admittedly, hard to take it seriously when confronted with female safety mascots like Pinky Sparkadero.

Pinky, a hot pink robot that wears a pink mini skirt and crop top, is a character on the blog who presents the best in "girl-themed" self-defense products. While sporting lip-gloss and a six-pack, Pinky looks anything but serious. She's girly, but macho, and, on top of that, she's not even real: she's a robot, a fantasy, and a joke. Though well intentioned, Pinky sounds about as foolish as she looks.

She says things like, "I may be pink and girly, but don't let my appearance fool you, I can bring a big, strong man to his knees! There is no thrill greater than blasting a Punk in the face with hot pepper spray. They may even cry like a little girl!"


Okay. Now. Okay. Pinky Sparkadero. Okay. Obviously it's fine for women to buy whatever stupid shit makes them happy. Go nuts. There's plenty of stupid shit that makes me really happy, like Otter Pops and garbage earrings from Claire's. That said, ARE YOU FUCKING JOKING ME, BRO? We can't even treat women like adults when we're literally trying to help them not get raped? I am so sick of this infantilizing bullshit.

"Oh my GAHD, did yeh seh Claudia's new Swarovski rape whestle? Sheh looks ameeeeehhhhzeeeeeeeeeeng."
"Oh I kneh. I heht her."
"Yah. Whatta betch."

The fact that a lot of people don't take women seriously is not up for debate. It is true. But how are people supposed to take women seriously when we teach women to approach the world like frivolous children? There is zero chance that women are just genetically predisposed to wanting all their shit to be pink. But we market "girly" garbage toward women, which causes women to buy it, which causes other women to think they want it too, and then we use that cycle as evidence that women are incompetent, superficial fools. BOOOOOOOOO.


My summer job during college (and a couple years beyond...thx, English degree!) was at this store in Seattle that was half hardware store and half precious gift shopppppppppe (a store gets an extra P for every flavor of fizzy bath balls they sell). I remember that at the register we had this impulse bin of some stupid tool—pliers, I think—that were the jankiest, most bush league, non-functional pliers of all time. Those pliers couldn't ply shit. But they had flowers on them!!!!!!! And women went nuts.

Meanwhile, we had super-competent women working 30 feet away in the hardware department, which also sold ACTUAL PLIERS that didn't spontaneously fall to pieces just because a butterfly in Japan pooped its pants or whatever. But no, women wanted the pretty pliers. And, even worse, the men really wanted to buy them for their wives.


"Oh, these are perfect for my wife!" Why? Because she's imaginary and lives in the garbage, which is the only sensible home for those pliers? "Oh, my wife will love these!" Will she??? Why!? Because she loves any piece of pointless broken crap as long as it has a fucking flower on it? Who's your wife—an amorous cartoon bee who fell in love with a painting of a garden because it's too stupid to understand spatial relationships? Seriously, sir. I hate you and your stupid bee wife.

Now, my arch-nemesis (PLIERS) is one thing. But to apply those arbitrary aesthetic standards to products whose only function is to save women's lives is so fundamentally insulting it makes my vagina cry. Safety does not need to be fashionable. Self-defense is not a game. Personally, I'd like to know that my pepper spray provider was more concerned with providing pepper that sprays than with selling a stylish, kicky canister that can make the transition from day into evening. Women can play with the boys' toys, we can prioritize quality ove aesthetics, we can function in a world that hasn't been feminized and pinkified for us, and, sure, we can like pretty things too. I like pretty things. But I like being taken seriously as a human being more.

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I used to hate things pink because I didn't want to look like one of "those" girls (i.e. the type you're making fun of in your article), but as I got older and more confident with myself, I started buying more pink things. I didn't care if it made me look like a stupid bimbo, I just so happen to love the hot pink iPad cover I bought, the hot pink coffee mug, and all my other pink shit. I don't think I over do it, but I'm a smart educated girl who happens to like the color pink, butterflies, and polkadots. Why is this not okay? How many lighters do you see with Nascar stuff or other "guy" stuff on it? Or the popular silver toolbox looking lining/decor on things that appeal to men. There are a lot of things designed to appeal to both genders, and if a woman wants to buy something with polka dots on it, then who gives a shit? Maybe she likes polka dots.

Get pissed at the company for designing a piece of shit, not the woman who finds it cute.