In 1st grade, I was standing outside of my classroom after we had just finished up a big art project, and I found myself getting sucked up into a ritual that will sound familiar to a lot of girls. Three female friends and I stood around in a circle holding our projects and criticizing them. “Oh my gosh, my picture is so ugly.” “Oh my gosh, no, Jenny, your picture is so pretty; mine is so ugly!” “Oh my gosh no!! Ali! Your picture is so pretty! Mine is so ugly!” and so on. I stayed silent, because I was satisfied with the picture I had drawn. But there is no way to participate in this ubiquitous girl conversation if you think your work is good. Not that it’s ground-breaking, not that it’s better than everybody else’s, but just that it’s any good at all.
When Simone, GLI’s Executive Director, came to me with the topic of being a feminist on Halloween, this instantly popped into my head: