Forgot to mention.... For centuries pink was only for boys/men and blue was strictly feminine. The swap happened a little over a hundred years ago and the only thing I remember about it is that it was one of the first recorded societal changes engineered by modern advertising.
Advertising and marketing. Oy. It's always something. And something I've been involved with (as consumer and designer) for years. Not surprised, but thanks for sharing this tidbit. Wasn't aware, but not surpried. :-)
Oh, I'm not in SF any more. The last time was to take care of a friend dying of AIDS. I've bounced all over the place. Boulder for an MA in Buddhist Studies, Boston to work with a publisher, Michigan to work with another publisher, then New Mexico. Most of the time, here, it's kind of a "don't ask, don't tell" situation. Meh!
I have about twenty or so years on you, I imagine. I got a double whammy at birth: I'm surely enough a homo, but I'm also Aspbergian. High functioning autistic. Undiagnosed but truly unmistakable. I never "got" what people were up to, even friendly ones. I've been gradually sorting through the rubble over the years. I've done a lot of pretend hiding over the years too, for all that I was part of the original Gay, Lesbian, etc. group at my southern university in the early 70's and migrated to San Francisco as soon as I could get there. Thing is, I don't think anyone but me was much fooled by all that performance art. Silly rabbit. So, pink? What a fun color to have in your toolkit.
I've never had a medical professional even hint I wasn't NT. However, just about every flat-affect ND guy I've ever met dissolved into giggles like a school girl when I told them I was never even tested, much less diagnosed. When they get their laughter under control they're like, "No, dude. Sorry, but you're definitely one of us." It certainly would explain a lot as I learned social rules the way one learns chess or backgammon. When I was a HS teacher I could never figure out why guys on the spectrum who had 'major communication problems' seemed fine to me, lol.
I've never had a medical professional even hint I wasn't NT. However, just about every flat-affect ND guy I've ever met dissolved into giggles like a school girl when I told them I was never even tested, much less diagnosed. When they get their laughter under control they're like, "No, dude. Sorry, but you're definitely one of us." It certainly would explain a lot as I learned social rules the way one learns chess or backgammon. When I was a HS teacher I could never figure out why guys on the spectrum who had 'major communication problems' seemed fine to me, lol.
A pleasure to know a fellow neuro-spicy Southern homo? Not sure where I fall on the spectrum exactly. Not quite Aspbergian, but also not exactly neuro-typical. Guess that's why they keep changing the labels, huh? Oh. Well. Hope SF is treating you well and that any performance art is by choice now and not survival. Cheers and thanks for commenting!
Forgot to mention.... For centuries pink was only for boys/men and blue was strictly feminine. The swap happened a little over a hundred years ago and the only thing I remember about it is that it was one of the first recorded societal changes engineered by modern advertising.
Advertising and marketing. Oy. It's always something. And something I've been involved with (as consumer and designer) for years. Not surprised, but thanks for sharing this tidbit. Wasn't aware, but not surpried. :-)
Oh, I'm not in SF any more. The last time was to take care of a friend dying of AIDS. I've bounced all over the place. Boulder for an MA in Buddhist Studies, Boston to work with a publisher, Michigan to work with another publisher, then New Mexico. Most of the time, here, it's kind of a "don't ask, don't tell" situation. Meh!
I have about twenty or so years on you, I imagine. I got a double whammy at birth: I'm surely enough a homo, but I'm also Aspbergian. High functioning autistic. Undiagnosed but truly unmistakable. I never "got" what people were up to, even friendly ones. I've been gradually sorting through the rubble over the years. I've done a lot of pretend hiding over the years too, for all that I was part of the original Gay, Lesbian, etc. group at my southern university in the early 70's and migrated to San Francisco as soon as I could get there. Thing is, I don't think anyone but me was much fooled by all that performance art. Silly rabbit. So, pink? What a fun color to have in your toolkit.
I've never had a medical professional even hint I wasn't NT. However, just about every flat-affect ND guy I've ever met dissolved into giggles like a school girl when I told them I was never even tested, much less diagnosed. When they get their laughter under control they're like, "No, dude. Sorry, but you're definitely one of us." It certainly would explain a lot as I learned social rules the way one learns chess or backgammon. When I was a HS teacher I could never figure out why guys on the spectrum who had 'major communication problems' seemed fine to me, lol.
I've never had a medical professional even hint I wasn't NT. However, just about every flat-affect ND guy I've ever met dissolved into giggles like a school girl when I told them I was never even tested, much less diagnosed. When they get their laughter under control they're like, "No, dude. Sorry, but you're definitely one of us." It certainly would explain a lot as I learned social rules the way one learns chess or backgammon. When I was a HS teacher I could never figure out why guys on the spectrum who had 'major communication problems' seemed fine to me, lol.
A pleasure to know a fellow neuro-spicy Southern homo? Not sure where I fall on the spectrum exactly. Not quite Aspbergian, but also not exactly neuro-typical. Guess that's why they keep changing the labels, huh? Oh. Well. Hope SF is treating you well and that any performance art is by choice now and not survival. Cheers and thanks for commenting!