5/21 — Wicked Girls. Saving Ourselves.

I really haven’t been doing new-product blog posts for a while now. I’ve had a couple of reasons…

1) When I post a new item it shows up on Facebook and Twitter and on the front page automatically anyways. And,

2) Nobody reads the damn things.

So now I’m doing a new-product post. Only this isn’t just a regular ‘check out the new thing’ post, because I’m also talking about the song that saved my life.

“For we will be wicked and we will be fair
And they’ll call us such names, and we really won’t care,
So go, tell your Wendys, your Susans, your Janes,
There’s a place they can go if they’re tired of chains,
And our roads may be golden, or broken, or lost,
But we’ll walk on them willingly, knowing the cost —
We won’t take our place on the shelves.
It’s better to fly and it’s better to die
Say the wicked girls saving ourselves.”
— Seanan McGuire, Wicked Girls Saving Ourselves

Overly dramatic, you say? To that I reply: Whatever. This song has gotten me through a lot of ugly stuff, and for that, I’ll love it forever.

You’ve probably seen me talking about Wicked Girls before. But what’s a Wicked Girl? What am I on about, anyway?

We’re wicked — we don’t follow The Rules just because they’re The Rules. We don’t blindly do what society says is right, just because They Said So. We do our thing — which might be what society says to do, or it might not, but it’s what we need to be doing, regardless of what anyone else says.

“Tinker Bell says, and I find I agree
You have to break rules if you want to break free.
So do as you like — we’re determined to be
Wicked girls saving ourselves.”

We’re saving ourselves, instead of waiting for Prince Charming — or that lottery ticket — to save us. We’re doing it all our damn selves. We’re walking our own roads — not those others have paved for us, confidently expecting that we’ll tamely walk down them, tamely follow the rules they’ve taught us since we were little.

And the rules that we live by are simple and clear:
Be wicked and lovely and don’t live in fear —

And from all of this has come…soap. Wicked Girls Saving Ourselves Soap, to be precise. Rose, myrrh, and cinnamon — bitter beauty, with a hint of spice.

6 Comments on “5/21 — Wicked Girls. Saving Ourselves.”

  1. YES!!!
    Gonna hafta go find this song…
    {p.s. I read!! I just get “wallflower-y” and weird about commenting. I have issues, lol….

    Diana on 21 May 2012, 10:37 am (Link | Reply)

  2. Love this! I think we are all wicked in our own little way. Thank you fro sharing the song!

    Cathy Recine on 22 May 2012, 10:18 am (Link | Reply)

  3. Oh awesomeness!!!! As soon as my student loan money comes in I MUST buy this soap! You know how much I love things with rose to begin with, and then the ‘style’ sooooooooooo much fits me!!!! My ‘male biological parent’ started calling me ‘rebellious’ at a young age, and never really stopped – and it was NOT meant as a compliment, but as a ‘why can’t you follow the rules just because I say so, submit to your elders and any man, follow the religion, politics, work style, etc etc that your parents chain themselves to. Oh, and for heaven’s sake quit complaining about our treatment of you, social services is starting to notice.’

    Okay – so apparently I went on a bit of a rant myself, but yes, I fit this category!!!

    Hugs to you, kitty scritches to Loiosh and his sibs :)

    Alikina (Aildhicinna, Alic, Alikat) on 22 May 2012, 10:54 am (Link | Reply)

  4. It’s funny that you posted this today; I had Wicked Girls in my head last night as I tried to sleep (frackin’ insomnia!).

    I’m a Wicked Girl because I reject The Rules that don’t make sense to me. Why shouldn’t I have purple hair? Why should I confine my love to one person if I feel it for more? Why shouldn’t I wander around in the woods with a GPS looking for hidden Tupperware? Why should I treat my parents with near-mystical respect and do what they say when it’s not what’s right for me, when they don’t understand me (and usually don’t care to)? Why shouldn’t I paint my son’s nails if he wants them painted, or let him watch My Little Ponies if it makes him happy? Why should I accept a doctor’s dire prognosis for my future when I have a chance to change it?

    “Because” isn’t good enough. “Because I said so” is WAY FAR from good enough. I’m making my own rules. Having fun. And saving myself.

    kitrona on 22 May 2012, 4:03 pm (Link | Reply)

  5. Loving all of my Wicked Girls! Keep it up!

    Kate on 22 May 2012, 4:49 pm (Link | Reply)

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