by Britney Guedes
I absolutely hate pink binders. I don't know exactly where my hatred for pink binders originated from, but it's always been there marinating in the back of my mind. I hate the color pink, and I hate binders and there is absolutely nothing that will ever change that.
Pink is definitely my least favorite color. It’s an awful color and I've never understood the attraction people have to it. My hatred for the color pink started a long time ago when I was probably around 8 years old. The feud was so serious that I actually refused to wear the color pink for the longest time (I still refuse hot pink, if you were wondering)
I’m not entirely sure what my original reasoning for deciding to dislike the color so much was, or if I even had one, but I’m sure it was incredibly logical. Although, to be honest, it was probably just one of my strange antics to try to become the complete opposite of what everyone wanted me to be. I was a goofy tomboy that refused to dress up, brush the hair, and practically do anything that could ever possibly connect me to the term “girly.” One of my favorite things to do was actually collect worms and have mud fights with my neighbors across the street. My tomboyish personality is probably where this originated from, and although I am not nearly as attached to being a tomboy, one thing that has remained the same is my disgust for the color pink.
Now, I don't only hate pink binders just because they are pink. That would be way too simple of an explanation. My hostility towards the form of school supplies actually arrived down a separate path. This route probably started around 5th or 6th grade. Now, I don't exactly remember the first time I needed a binder, but for some reason I remember being extremely excited to use one. I honestly think that I believed binders made you cool at one point in time (*cough* “nerd”).
I was obviously very naive and it makes me extremely sad to remember how hopeful I was about what my experience with binders would be. It always started the same way, with an extremely well organized binder. The first trials I experienced with binders were very optimistic. I gave them plenty of chances, however, no matter what I tried, they always seemed to magically explode into a mess of papers.
In 7th grade, I actually remember a teacher of mine sitting down with me to try and help me find a way to better organize my binder… that new system probably worked for about a week. The hopefulness that I had linked to binders slowly turned sour over time, turning me into the binder-hating person that I am now.
This trail has led me to my incredibly negative opinion towards this certain school supplies. I now believe that binders are awful objects that teachers like to force students to use because they want their students to hate them. They take up too much space, you have to constantly fill them with paper, and they are impossible to keep organized. If I could go back in time, I would make sure that Friedrich Soennecken never became an inventor.
Now, there is no actual story behind me connecting the two topics together. The subject just kind of arose one day as a friend of mine had asked me what would happen if they had given me a pink binder as a birthday gift. If this question had not been brought to my attention, I probably would have lived my entire life without coming to this conclusion, however, it has and there is no turning away from it. I now know that pink binders are my ultimate weakness. Just typing the two words next to each other causes my stomach to churn. Because of this, pink binders have ruined my life.