By: Blonde Two
I have to admit to a Blonde crime here. I have stolen something from Blonde One. Not a possession but a question … and the question in question is … “Is it a pink job or a blue one?”
I have terrible worries that I have just said something really rude but as far as I am aware, neither “pink job” nor “blue job” are euphemisms (although they obviously could be!) I am sure that you have worked it out dear Blondees and Blondettes; a pink job is one for ladies and a blue job is one for gentlemen. Blonde One asks the question (or more correctly she gives the answer to the question) a lot and I seem (in true mimicking those that you admire form) to be doing it as well.
The list of blue jobs is endless; emptying the bins, adding bits to cars, buying diesel, screwing stuff, unscrewing stuff, hammering, carrying boxes with saggy bottoms, painting anything that requires more than an hour’s concentration, climbing up things, going in the loft, understanding the central heating, understanding the stereo, understanding the remote control, washing up.
In our house, the lines blur a bit but the main pink jobs are; cooking, gardening, rucksack sorting, wearing clothes … and that is enough I think!
What has occurred to me recently however, is that the Two Blondes are both pink (confusing eh?) This means that, inevitably, when we have failed to find a man (you will know by now that this happens often), one of ends up having to do a blue job.
Take minibus driving for example. Blonde One is pink, bus driving looks like a blue job. Whacking things with mallets is definitely a blue job but I, a pink Blonde, am quite good at it. Who usually packs the car? That’s right, it is a blue person. Who packs the minibus? Two pink Blondes (well actually we have some young blue people who are much better at it than us!)
I could go on but there is one obvious job to mention; we Blondes are very good at navigation (please just nod and agree with me). Most blue people in the world would argue that this was impossible and that navigating was a blue job. They would, of course, be wrong (unless the pink person in the car fancies a sleep).
So what has happened to the laws of pink and blue here? Have we Blondes thrown off the pink mantel (probably another euphemism) to become a fetching shade of duck-egg? Those who have met us will tell you unequivocally that we are far from masculine so this can’t be true. Maybe we are striped, nobody would ever know with all of those waterproofs and gaiters on. Or maybe we have just learnt to play the blue/pink game to our maximum advantage!
Come on, girls, everyone knows that blue + pink = purple!
Depends on how much pink to blue, of course, but that gives way to various shades (and tints – we always forget the tints) of purple:-
lilac, heather, royal, violet, mauve, Tyrian, Han, heliotrope, liseran, mulberry, Byzantium, purpura, magenta……….well, OK, I did look some up but I bet there are more! Anyway, whatever shade or tint,or hue it is named, purple remains my favourite colour, though I prefer ginger for my hair! BTGMum x
I am not old so I can’t wear purple.
I can’t learn to spit,
And I can’t run my stick down the railings …
First of all I declare myself as a feminist, BUT when asking for directions to somewhere I would, from experience, ask a blue. I know it is wrong to generalise but here experience dictates. Doubtless there are pinks who can give clear directions, but my experience has proved to me over many years that the odds outweigh in favour of blues.
Long live purple (except in passages).
I have learnt to say “I don’t know” if I don’t but, you may be right, I do quite a lot of arm waving and forgetting which is left or right when asked for directions (except on Dartmoor of course). It doesn’t seem to stop people asking me though ….
In our house navigating is a pink job. Having just returned from France my job is always route planning and then navigator. Even when I take over driving I find myself having to navigate too. Mr F obviously thinks I’m so good at it that he doesn’t have to do any at all. Of course this doesn’t work on a very long journey and this year we missed our turn off, ended up in a massive traffic jam and nearly missed our ferry. He was on the wrong page of the road map!!!!!
I have to say that I was pleased with my navigating skills across Europe this year. There were certain sections of Autobahn that we visited in both directions several times but I don’t think it was my fault!!!
We have a pink and blue list!
Rach is not the only pink navigator – but in our house it maintains marital harmony! I too navigate and drive almost all the time, mainly to avoid being told that we need to ‘assume’ that it’ll be the next turning as opposed to KNOWING, with an OS map in your hand, and being a geography teacher – aaaaaaaaaargh!
We have Silver jobs too – grandparent duties (becoming more sporadic as the years pass)
Silver jobs – I like that although have to be careful. With my own kids growing up, the silver jobs might be falling to me at some point!!
Having spent most of my life as a delectable mix of blue, pink and silver, all I can say is I’m used to living in a muddle – – – and so is K9.
P.S. I can’t drive and navigate at the same time, which explains
1. Why I’m always late for everything unless Mr Navman or his new friend Miss Garmin are in charge
2. On one memorable occasion I got 14 miles from Newcastle on the road to Edinburgh before I realised that I wasn’t heading for Rugby
3. How I ended up on the top of the Hard Knott pass in a Fiat 500 estate with a canoe on the roof rack, in the middle of a foggy night
It must be a family thing – I once got us completely lost because I was certain that we had arrived in Wales via Oswestry (we hadn’t)!