Pink
Pink
Pink is a pale red color, which takes its name from the flower of the same name. According to surveys in Europe and the United States, pink is the color most often associated with charm, politeness, sensitivity, tenderness, sweetness, childhood, femininity, and the romantic. When combined with white, it is associated with innocence. When combined with violet or black, it is associated with eroticism and seduction...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPop Singer
Date of Birth8 September 1979
CityAbington, PA
CountryUnited States of America
I feel like I 'get' boys. I've always been a boy's girl. Boys are easy; they just break stuff.
There's always a backlash when you challenge people's convictions and their heroes.
Today, charting your own course isn't just more necessary than ever before. It's also much easier - and much more fun.
I have no idea why anyone likes me! I am very polarizing. It's either absolutely love or absolutely can't-be-around-for-more-than-three-seconds.
When I was in seventh grade my mom caught me smoking cigarettes and punished me by making me smoke the entire carton. All it did was piss me off because I was out of cigarettes.
I don't try to be candy coated. I don't try to walk on eggshells. I am what I am. Love me or hate me.
Pink is what I do. Alecia is who I am. The world has taken Pink and turned it into this thing, a brand - a snarl.
Sometimes I wish I was poetic and subtle. I write very bold and blunt and tell it like it is.
I know my strong points: I work hard, I have talent, I'm funny, and I'm a good person.
Every album, I'm worried that I'm a dork and a fraud - 'What if I can't sing anymore?' Then I stop thinking and start playing guitar, and I realize that it's okay to suck, and move forward.
I write from my life, my experience. I'm selfish that way.
I'm kind of psychotic and I like to talk about things. I'm a Virgo, too, so I like to analyze and overprocess.
In the late '90s, R&B was dominant in the radio, and the white kids were taking it mainstream.
I'm used to going into the studio and smoking and drinking until three in the morning. But I can't drink as much because I'm breastfeeding. See this glass of wine? Before, I'd have, like, four of them. Now, one is good. Oh, and I quit smoking. . . I've exorcised a lot of my demons, but I'm still working on myself. I think I'll be a work in progress for the rest of my life.