How Barbie made me rethink my views on pink
Can I still be a goth if I like pink? Did Sylvia Plath wear pink? I think I’m having a pinkestential crisis, writes Victoria Richards
I have a confession (whisper it): I have a newfound love of pink. It’s so “off brand” for me – I am a self-identifying “sad girl”, most often seen in black – that I can barely bring myself to say it, let alone admit that the Barbie movie might just have been my personal cultural highlight of 2023. And in my “Victorian ghost” opinion, its snubbing at last night’s Golden Globes was a travesty.
I have to ask myself: how did it come to this?
Pink, after all, doesn’t really come with the territory when you’re wafting around graveyards, reading Sylvia Plath and writing poems with a distinct splash of melancholy; yet, here we are: I booked tickets waaaay in advance to see Margot Robbie and Ryan Gosling’s frothy spectacle – I even took three 11-year-old girls with me, for the full high-octane, high-volume experience. I bought us matching T-shirts (black, with a hot-pink Barbie inscription, in sequins) and we had a sleepover, afterwards. We even did makeovers.