As apparent as spray paint on lockers and power boxes, neon hearts are the symbol worn by this hue – unapologetic and unhumble this force is meant to be known of and undeniable.

This colour adhering stickily to black and white checkerboards reminds of plastic and neo-comics read by teenage girls that wear pony tails to keep the long hair out of their faces and have their ears pierced high up.

Tattoos gotten all too soon on ankles and forearms this style boasts punk rock and a generation that is potent and driven to prance in creative love that makes a statement.

Ineffably feminine this colour is theirs to rule from – classifying and depicting with clear judgement what is deemed cool enough and what is rejected. For females have a cut off, or nip-it-in-the-bud mentality that assesses worthiness in a primal fashion, incalculable by logic and mostly determined by vibe.

Heavy guitars and ecstatic vocals chant along the movement of this faction of activism – not bolstering weapons but a scintillating taste for life and the making of great examples for followers to enact.

It speaks to the core of being – are you with the colourful movement or simply part of the crowd that hampers on along, raising a fist in support due to fear of not following the doctrine of peer pressure.

We want spirit! Incorruptible stance that celebrates femme!

These women are the new prize, for their view is open and creative – fresh but resilient. Like toy figurines of heroines we buy readily to soothe our needs for physical idols, I want one in flash and blood.

I want to wake up with her hair in my face and fight with her to see how strong she really is.

An unyielding geist that does not submit! We do not settle for mere lazy perceptions that are not in harmony with love – for reasons unknown our most prized philosophy will find its way into the heart of the world, even if we have to scream it from stages, collect every black unicorn and wear psychedelic clothing on our off days!

Laughter at sheepish mentalities is like a cherry on top when I imagine good times at festivals where art is displayed and we all rock out to our favourite bands. It’s a whole other movement of living, somehow just alive at the centre, just NOT asleep, NOT lulled into materialistic things, but fascinated by the experiences this waking dream has to offer.

Cheers to the little girls that picked up plastic microphones and sang their hearts out, cheers to the ones that found true love in cool places and raise your glasses to the girls that nearly always had an important message drawn on the back of their hands in schools that promoted conformity to old norms.

We made the difference by being the difference!