Pink diaper bag

As a male, I am supposed to be emasculated by wearing pink or having such colored things. They signal my effeminate nature? Or homosexuality? Something like that. Of course, the same men upset about it wear the pink shirts their spouses make them wear.

Fleur has a couple diaper bags.

  • Justice League backpack with Batgirl, Wonder Woman, and Supergirl symbols. It is pink and blue.
  • Solid pink messenger bag.

Occasionally, people make comments about how much I must hate it being pink. Not at all.

First, we have them because they represent Fleur. We want to teach her to be a hero by standing up for truth and justice. The bag is sized for a child not much older than her. We carry it as a diaper bag until the time when she can wear it herself. (She has expressed interest in wearing.)

Second, the solid pink bag would be better if it were purple, but the loot crate service that sent it went with pink. It is a great bag outside the color. And, pink is a good clue to her being a girl. (A woman told me purple is not a girl’s color. Only pink is.) Her hair curls up on top, giving her a fauxhawk haircut. Plus, she is as tall as older boys.

Finally, in my archive of family photos is one of my uncle carrying his granddaughter’s pink diaper. This is from a dozen years ago. I don’t remember anyone commenting on this when it happened. It only stood out to me lately when looking through my photos. It seems like the most trivial of details that a male carried something of a singular unallowable specific color. And it only stood out because of late people seem to want to comment on it.

Apparently, there are men out there bothered to have a girly baby carrier or diaper bag. For them, there is tacticalbabygear.com so they can spend a $100 cajones tax.

Hulk

61ba6d8362957.560bbe950fea5

“Hulk Challenge on Threadless” by Juliana Rojas is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 4.0

The wife, Galahad, and I are all Marvel fans. Fleur’s first movie was Avenger: Infinity War. (She wore headphones and slept all the way to the credits.) Her birth announcement was a photo of us, her ultrasound, and a Hulk onesie.

Maybe we should have picked another superhero? Someone wise and measured and not associated with, “Hulk smash!” I am not normally one to subscribe to superstition, but it certainly feels like another onesie could have produced a less forceful child when she doesn’t get her way.

Then again, maybe one of her parents has too much affinity for smashing.