My brother, Danny, recently reminded me of the time my father took us both to the front of a picket line. He took me off his shoulders, let go of Danny's hand, and decided to lay down in protest in front a moving bulldozer.
Our popular culture obsession is with the "largely fictional" book, The Help. Sounds like an opportune moment for second wave feminists to engage in some serious deconstructionist critical analysis. Or maybe not.