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The Pink Hat Debate Continues
June 30, 2008
Last Week I posted a blog about the concept of "pink hats". I used an article from the Boston Globe as a focal point to open a discussion around the subject. For the most part everyone that commented (including myself) agreed that it wasn't the color of that sox hat that decided how dedicated an individual is, but instead it is what is inside that really counts. This came as a bit of a surprise to me since I hear the term pinkhat used so often in the RSN, both on and off of sawxheads. The closest comparison I can think of would be to say you are not racist, but then toss out slurs left and right....but I digress. I read a letter to the editor in the globe today in response to the original article, and wanted to share it here, because it struck me much more than the original article. Check it out below, and please take it as a reminder to not judge a book by its cover....
June 30, 2008
THURSDAY MORNING I came across the article "Pink hats drive some Sox fans batty" on boston.com, and had to respond. I am 36 years old, have lived in Boston my whole life (except for college), and am a Red Sox fan. Last year I was given a "special" pink hat, one with a white "B," which I call my unlucky lucky hat. Why? Because it was given to me by a friend who was at Fenway on Mother's Day last year, and who bought the hat to support breast cancer research. Why did she give it to me? Because two months earlier I had been diagnosed with breast cancer and had just had surgery.
I know many breast cancer survivors hate pink, just as some Sox fans do, but my friend's kind gesture brought tears to my eyes. I wore my hat a lot last year, especially when I was bald after losing my hair to chemo.
Does wearing a pink hat make me any less of a fan? I don't think so. Maybe people should think twice about what the hat stands for before they start to stereotype. And to the naysayers out there: Maybe you will forgive me for my pink hat if you knew that I saw Yaz hit his 3,000th hit in Fenway Park with my Dad on Sept. 12, 1979, a night that I will never forget.
JESSICA BRADLEY
Beverly
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