Before I went to the Julie Ruin concert at Thalia Hall last night, I was talking to a friend who told me about a group of high school girls whose class she’d addressed recently—and they had no idea who Kathleen Hanna or Bikini Kill were. It seemed impossible! How could these young people not know our hero, our leader, the woman who made it OK to talk about sexual assault and who spread the mantra “all girls to the front” to help protect us? When I was their age, if I hadn’t had the words of the Riot Grrrl Manifesto running through my brain, I don’t know if I’d be half the person I am today.
