Up next for Vic's Sunday clothes rotation is his pink shirt and pink tie. He's so very unenlightened during this round of wardrobing. Curious, I began reading some about what makes pink female and what makes blue male. Some of you may have known this (and why didn't you tell me so that I wouldn't have a fight every fifth Sunday morning), but the opposite was true until about the late 1930-40's. For as long as civilization has been assigning color to meaning, red was a masculine color for men because it represented anger and fight, therefore, the "baby brother" color pink was considered masculine for boys. Blue, like the sky, was calming, serene and dainty, therefore was considered feminine so little girls exclusively wore baby blue (as a side note, I loved dressing my girls in light blue and did it often b/c they looked wonderful in it but also to buck tradition). Pink became stigmatic for males when Nazi Germany used pink to mark homosexuals in the concentration camps, not because pink meant that this guy was a girl, but the pink was to say to the soldiers in charge that this guy likes guys. So, the stigma for pink grew from there, if I'm reading the bits and blurbs right. So, Sunday morning when I lay out Vic's pink shirt and tie, and he curls his nose, I'm gonna say "So, what? Hitler decides what you wear?"