A bit of the commentary about the March has focused on stars. On which A-lister made it to the March. Ms. Musings comments on it and I think April summed it up perfectly: we should never (as the folk over at Ms. pointed out) confuse popularity with leadership. That's for grade school.

The problem is that grade school is where we are going to be pulling some of our suporters from.

We need to remember what it's like to be 13, impressionable, and frankly naive about the world. Teenyboppers aren't dressing like Brit & Christina cause they personally think it's kewl. They are told it. They see it. They believe it. They are it.

I like to say that I'm a collage of all the different people in my life. Family members, teachers, friends, people who I meet once, etc. I'm also not uppity enough to say that I don't owe some of who I am to Hollywood.

* I use to wish that my parents were as kewl as the Keatons. I wanted to be Elyse! I think I even attempted the freakin' guitar and where my love of folk music comes from. I still have nightmares that Ella will be my Alex.

* I worshipped the ground that River Phoenix walked on. Heck, I gave up meat for that man! And what did he do for me? Fucking killed himself. But seriously, he used his status as a poster boy to drum the message home about animal rights and the environment.

* Sting didn't bring me to Amnesty International, but he brought home the message in a way. He validated my work.

For some of us, a star can bring us to the table. It might be the volunteer who sells us on it. Maybe I'm more easily swayed by a famous name & a cute smile. But I can't be the only one. So what's wrong with pushing to find the next big star to carry the feminist banner? If it brings us more bodies to this revolution, so be it. Plus, who wouldn't want to find themselves at the same event as Ani or Sting?