One of the items that was lost in the great summer ceiling debacle was an old book from my childhood entitled Sugar and Spice: The ABC’s of Being a Girl, by Phyllis McGinley. It was my sister’s book, but it made a deep impression on me. Some years back I bought my own copy from an online purveyor of used books, largely to see if it was as awful as I remembered. It was. When I am eighteen or a little bit older I’m going to wear earrings that hang to my shoulder. I’ll feel like an empress I’ll walk like a queen In high heels and earrings, when l am eighteen. Something about this book left me with a feeling that there was some secret mystery about being a girl and that I was never, ever going to be on the inside of that secret. Over the years I realized that the worldview championed in this book wasn’t the be-all and end-all of who I could be. I didn’t have to fit this mold to be acceptable as a girl/teen/woman. I had a choice. (Thank you, Women’s Lib/Feminist Move...
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