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Mr. Gordon smiles at her. “Well, Ms. Martinez, what
could possibly be sexist about empowering young women
“Well, Santa, I’m glad you asked.” She grins right back
ăõĈùăĄͧͭ ăøõ ñăûă ćùĄøÿąĄ Ăñùăùþ÷ øõĂ øñþô͞ øõ ҏùĀă ñ üÿþ÷͛
òüñóû óąĂü ÿ҆ øõĂ ăøÿąüôõĂ òõöÿĂõ ñôúąăĄùþ÷ øõĂ üõĄĄõĂýñþͫă
jacket. “That was rhetorical, because the answer is ‘Of course
a guy to a dance anytime I want,” she says matter-of-factly.
“Second, wasn’t Sadie Hawkins something created in the
ried women chased the bachelors in town and married the
ñĄ øùý͞ ͬ ùĂ㥠ÿ҆͛ ćøÿ ăñĉă ÷ùĂüă þõõô ñ 㥹Āùô ôñþóõ Ąÿ
give us permission to ask a guy on a date? We’re not in the
stone age.” The girl leans forward over her desk. “I can ask
øõ ÷ùĂü ăùĄĄùþ÷ ñĄ ýĉ üõґ ăþÿĂĄă͞ ͬ ăþͫĄ ñôùõ ñćûùþă
Day dance?” Mr. Gordon, standing, picks up a dry eraser
from the whiteboard ledge and tosses it from one of his
you lovely ladies have asked a young man to the Valentine’s
Mr. Gordon clears his throat again and speaks up so the
whole class can hear him. “Speaking of charm, how many of
hands to the other. He looks at me, as he explains. “It’s not
fun to use that little twist for good ol’ V-Day.” He looks up,
back to addressing the rest of the class. “Now you know
Sadie Hawkins, per se, but we teachers thought it would be
side of the parking lot, in an open grassy area, the janitor,
thirties as a joke or comic strip or something where unmar-
driving a humongous green tractor, moves stacks of hay.
to choose a date for themselves? For a dance that we—”
what we guys have to go through all the time!”
one they caught?”

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