Pink Thing

by Marinka on March 29, 2010

I was talking to mama on the phone the other day when she asked me if I knew the singer Pink. Because I am superhip and phat, I said “but of course!” and I hoped that she didn’t ask me what songs she sang because I had no clue.
“How come her name is Pink?” mama asked. I had no idea, so I explained to mama that sometimes singers take “fun” names like “Madonna”. Except Madonna is really Madonna’s name, but I believe that she understood my point and bowed to my wisdom.
“Well, I know,” mama showed off. This whole thing was a set up because obviously mama just wanted to brag that she knew all about Pink and I didn’t.
“When the Pink was younger, she had black friends and one black friend kept saying that he’s never seen a white woman’s pussy.”
“Please don’t say that word.”
“Ok, one African American friend said that he’s never seen a white woman’s pussy.”
“Not THAT WORD,” I said.
“What? Pussy? Marinka, I thought you were the feminist.”
“I am a feminist, but you are my mother.”
“Yes, so he did not see white pus-, I mean, female genitalia, and he kept saying, Doris, I’ve never seen white female genitalia.”
“Her real name is not Doris.”
“I know, but I don’t know the real name, I am just making the conversation,” mama explained, obviously eager to get on with the story. “So, one day, Doris got tired of his asking, so she lifted up her skirt and he said, ‘oh, pink!’ and that’s how she got her name.”
“She seems like a nice person. Not super beautiful, but nice looking.”
“I enjoyed program very much.”
“I’m going to blog about this.”
“Please, go ahead.”
“Mama, you better not be making this up. Did Pink say that herself? What if this story is just a rumor? I don’t want to be embarrassed if I post it and it’s not true.”
“You will probably be embarrass because everyone knows it already and you’re the only one who has without clue,” mama told me.

Parents today. I just don’t know.

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March 29, 2010 at 12:51 am

OMGa!!! I would die if I heard my mother say the P word. In my case, it’d sound like this, “poossee.”

Ack, can’t even stand thinking about it…


Sophie March 29, 2010 at 1:20 am

Mom embarrassment. Ow. Owowowow.


Louise March 29, 2010 at 2:05 am

Her name is Pink because when she first started out she had pink hair =]


March 30, 2010 at 11:02 pm

That’s what I thought!


Hally March 29, 2010 at 2:30 am

According to IMDB, this is the reason her artist name is Pink:

“Claims her name derives from the movie Reservoir Dogs (1992). While seeing the movie with friends, they all agreed that she resembled the character Mr. Pink, played by Steve Buscemi. They thought the name to be a great irony, as she was a tomboy.”

Of course, you could send her an email asking if the story your mother heard is true.



Abbey March 29, 2010 at 5:48 am

I think your mom’s story is way better. Aside from saying the “p” word.


vodkamom March 29, 2010 at 6:53 am

have you taken your mom to “our place?” I’d love to see what she has to say about THAT!


Schill March 29, 2010 at 9:26 am

I’ve heard the “pink p*ssy” rumor before…but I LOVE that your mother now knows about it, LOL. She is a riot!


Sophie, Inzaburbs March 29, 2010 at 9:28 am

Mama’s story could also be true. Maybe she dyed “down there” to match?


March 29, 2010 at 9:39 am

I cringed when I read this, only because about a year ago, my mom asked me what a vulgar nickname for a vagina was in English.


March 29, 2010 at 9:57 am

I have always hated that word. It just sounds so vulgar to me. Maybe because of the way I heard boys use it when I was younger. Ewww. But anyways….learned something new. I thought it was just a gimmick and she colored her hair pink and called herself that.


March 29, 2010 at 10:13 am

Sharrrrrup. That’s what my mom would say after laughing out loud. (Shut – up. To all those people who don’t speak immigrant).


Karen at French Skinny March 29, 2010 at 10:26 am

Your Momma is totally right. I saw the same interview with Pink! But if I heard my Momma drop the “P” word I would be completely freaked out.
P.S. I had to explain the Seinfeld joke about Delores rhyming with a female body part “clitoris”. My mom said “What’s that?” There was a dictionary, charts and graphs involved.


Crys March 29, 2010 at 10:50 am

I LOVE Pink! She’s awesome! LOVE that your mom knew something you didn’t…withOUT the “P” word. Its such a NASTY word…


Jane March 29, 2010 at 10:52 am

I think it was on E or VH1 – true – I saw it years ago.
That is how she got her name, Momma is correct!
I am 47 and have never been able to say the “p” word…..


Missy @ Marketing Mama March 29, 2010 at 11:04 am

That is hilarious. Love it. You know, pink is on twitter, you should say hi.:)


March 29, 2010 at 11:31 am

lord knows i’m no expert on this, but, doesn’t this sorta beg the question of what color black girls’ p—–s are? i mean, the few i’ve seen are pink as well, no?


Soccermom March 29, 2010 at 1:32 pm

I love Pink. I can really relate to her music. She has had a tough road making it as a singer. She sings alot about that in her songs.


Mary @ Holy Mackerel
March 29, 2010 at 8:45 pm

I have got to meet this woman. Seriously. I’m in NYC for 5 days from May 6.


Ann's Rants March 29, 2010 at 9:46 pm

Okay, so I can find this post under the link “Pussy” right?

Will that go under “Acne” in your sidebar.

Mama is freaking me out.


Amy @ The Bitchin' Wives Club
March 30, 2010 at 4:23 am

My mom called me a pussy once when I was in high school…. I can’t remember what I was scared of doing, but I vividly remember her turning bright pink as she realized what she had said when she had intended her taunt to mean “scaredy-cat,” not “pussy.”


Signe March 30, 2010 at 6:36 am

I could have gone my whole life without this information. I was almost there! You ruin EVERYTHING, Marinka! 😉


JAS June 5, 2010 at 1:07 pm

“Not that word!?” Laughing my ass off. Or at least part of a love handle. Ater going through your archives with my morning coffee (but sadly, no half bagel), I am officially addicted to your blog. Thanks for my new guilty pleasure reading.


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