Becky in pink
I think it was Sarah Vowell, a great writer, who tried to become a goth. I think she did goth research or hung out with goth kids or something. She had to pick a goth name, as Sarah wasn’t going to cut it. So the most goth, edgy, sinister name she could choose was Becky. I think, as Becky, she also decided that to be truly goth would be to wear pink instead of the expected black that goths are known to wear. (Michael & Kristine, is this a correct remembrance of this story? I was with you hearing this, right???)
This is similar to the attitude I have adopted in wearing the pink vicar shirt. When I purchased 2 of these “work shirts” this summer, I decided that the most subversive thing I could do in wearing this mark of my vocation was to go goth, to go pink. (You should see the looks I get – it’s totally working.)
Plus I visited a healthy newborn in the hospital. And she was a girl. I’m hard to pin down, aren’t I?
Just call me Becky.
