In celebration of Breast Cancer Awareness Month, the White House is being inhabited by a pair of boobs. FUE BROMA. Actually, the White House has been lit up all pink at night as a means of drawing attention to this issue. Pink! The color of Barbie accessories, Mary Kay Cadillacs, some people’s labia, blush, low-fat strawberry yogurt and other lady-things.

Don’t get us wrong: We love pink. It happens to be our favorite color and euphemism. But why the constant combination (We’d use “conflation,” but apparently using words beyond those commonly found on fourth graders’ vocabulary quizzes is grounds for the revocation of our Latina card. At least according to one astute — that means “shrewdness,” by the way — commenter.) of “woman-person stuff” with pink?

Aw, did our unabashed love for our commenters just slip through? Oopsies! Now we’re turning pink!

And, now, the Pink House [DC Examiner]