Sunday, January 17, 2010

Week 1 Discussion

After considering the article “Boys like blue, girls like pink- it’s in our genes” I am not at all convinced that our color preferences are defined by our genes- I feel that color preference is way more affected by psychological factors and cultural conditioning. What we see in our homes, in nature and the cultural context in which we are born, all make a huge impression on the way we perceive things. As a result, distinctions between good and bad, like and dislike, seem to develop quite early on. Before children learn to verbally communicate, colors are a primary form of language. I think that when children begin to socialize with their peers, color preference develops as a way of relating to the people and environment one is surrounded by. The notion that pink is feminine and blue is masculine is so heavily perpetuated by product manufacturers of clothing and toys. It seems like such an absurd brainwash to see the color segregation that is displayed in kid’s stores. It makes me wonder on a broader scale, how many of us truly know what we prefer when so many of our inclinations and beliefs are influenced by other people’s opinions whether it be family, media, culture or otherwise.




I guess this man didn't get his genetic memo

1 comment:

  1. Hello Paloma

    I love the picture and caption.
    But what if he DID get the memo and he is an intersexxed strangling. Perhaps he is really a woman masquerading as a man; WITHOUT EVEN KNOWING IT! Imagine if we could run some tests on his hormonal makeup and by determining him thus keep our pinks and blues neatly in order.
    Growing up in San Francisco, one of the Gay Capitols of the World, pink as a male option had subtly penetrated the telepathic masculine group think within which I existed. So I had a shirt which was my favorite, short sleeve checkered pink and yellow. I thought it quite smarrt. WHen our family went to Texas for a family reunion of longlast relatives I didnt know existed, I wore that shirt out to a party with some cousins. I promptly got punched in the head and tossed out the front door by a gang of bud guzzling cowboy booted fellows, all for wearing that pink shirt. That was a wakeup call for me. Luckily my shirt didn't get ripped.

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