The fact that misogynistic and homophobic rappers consider pink an effeminate color is hardly surprising, nor--to me--discouraging. Indeed, I can think of few more telling indicators of unresolved latency than the fear of being mistaken for a homosexual. If there's anything more masculine than a sturdy-legged Scotsman in a kilt I've yet to see it. By contrast, rappers with their ridiculously logo-strewn, oversized track suits and vulgar jewelry are walking (and, alas, talking) advertisements of their own insecurity. Now, as to pink, I love color, and my complexion allows me to wear virtually any, except yellow. More to the point, I am secure enough within my masculinity to do so without regard to what others may infer from it. Until the moths got it, I had a wonderful shocking pink merino turtleneck that I loved to wear out to dinner with a black suit. If I could find a replacement, I'd buy--and wear--it in a second, and the world be damned. People--men, women and children--should dress to be appropriate for the social context and to express their personalities to the extent that is appropriate within it (hence the wisdom of avoiding white at other people's weddings, or red at funerals). I find it sad that some choose to suppress their personalities in the interests of conforming to a stereotype defined by bigotry and fear.