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… that this sounds like the best summer camp ever, and I’m so jealous that Kenzie got to go and I didn’t.

There were movies in the evening, a choice of Fried Green Tomatoes and Joy Luck Club, and just lots of sitting around chatting with other girls in a context where our experiences as people were important, were valued, where we were assumed to have interesting thoughts ourselves, where we weren’t assumed to have value based only on what we brought to the table in performed femininity.

Where was it, Kenzie, and how can I get my (hypothetical) daughters a place there?!