The best thing, I think, about feminist indoctrination camp (aka Act Like a GRRRL!) is that there is a big bowl of M&Ms. Okay, maybe not the best thing, but it is a great thing.
My talk went fine, I think. The girls were all very quiet and listened, which, I guess is what you’re supposed to do as a teenager when you’re being attentive and respectful, but I was worried I was boring them. Still, maybe they’re at that age where they expect most things to be boring…
But the girls! Holy shit.
When I got there, they were African dancing. A woman who is an incredible dancer was leading them, and she was fabulous. But there was something so cool about seeing them being unfabulous–a little awkward and not very good at first–that just blew my mind. I just don’t think I would have, at that age, been willing to be not very good in front of others. It seemed really brave to me.
At the end, they got in a circle and each girl was supposed to share some movement with everyone else. The girls who were shy were brought into the middle by the teacher in this graceful supportive way and they would just move, even if it was just to walk back and forth.
Before me, a woman talked about zine making and the girls were really inspired, I think. And then I talked about blogging and helped them do some blogging (although, let me tell you, the fact that Blogger just refused to send invitations to everyone on Yahoo about made me have to drive to Blogger world headquarters and start kicking folks. Still, we worked around it).
At the end, I came back and had some more M&Ms and told the girls I’d see them at the performance and the ones that heard me seemed taken aback.
Anyway, it was really, really cool. I just don’t remember being that brave or open to things when I was that age. I was a little envious and so amazed.
They were just all so cool.