I don’t want to speak for all women, but I think there is a teeny tiny part in soul of the fairer sex that want THIS to be her bedroom. Man, I do. I may only wear gray and grouch around in my baggy clothes but I will always love pink, and I will always (secretly) love the idea of heightened, delicate femininity. But most of us get over it, we stiffle that urge. Because no one worth fucking will fuck you in a crazy princess weirdo bedroom. Sorry for the swears.
Also, sorry if this is a kids room. There are stuffed animals… but then a queen-sized bed. And kids are fucking these days, right?