In Which I Am a Bad Feminist

I *want* to like Take Back Hallowe’en. It’s a terrific list of interesting historical women. It’s just that the thought of spending Hallowe’en night explaining to every-freakin’-one I meet that I’m supposed to be, say, Hildegard Von Bingen, makes me break out in hives. It’s sort of like suggesting to a man that he go out in a nondescript early-20th-c suit and tell everyone he’s Alexander Flemming. Well, I guess Flemming could carry around a petri dish or something, but most people still aren’t going to get it.