I think I’ve avoided sporting the color pink since I was little  because it seems to broadcast a certain level of femininity that I’m not sure I possess. But at E’s wedding, my sisters drunkenly shouted at me that I LOOK GREAT IT PINK! YOU SHOULD WEAR MORE PINK! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, WEAR MORE PINKKKKKKKK (group hug/ dance off.) And so, I have procured this top which can really only be called a top. It’s not even a shirt. It is very clearly a ‘top’ which must be like paired with things, not just tossed on absent mindedly. A top with great intention. And I have to say: I feel pretty. Oh so pretty. Oh so pretty, and witty, and gay.