This is the second version of my end of the year rant. The first was, shall we say, hostile. Dwelling on the selfishness and willful ignorance of my fellow earth dwellers was pretty much the theme. It was good to get it out of my head and off my chest. However, it did boil down to the idea of privilege, which I still want to talk about. This coin has all the sides and acknowledging them is important. I have the privilege to do the work that I do, while accepting that this is exceptional. My situation allows me flexibility as a mother, partner, student, museum director, citizen and more. Honoring that, yet not boasting about it, is a fine line. The opportunity I have to give others opportunities is my most treasured possession, and I am grateful for it. But the past 22 months have been incredibly challenging. I feel as if I have aged a decade. Both of my hands are tired. But I acknowledge my privilege to say these things freely and with no worry of reprisals. I wish this for all girls and women around the world—the basic right to think and speak freely without fear. Can we enjoy our freedoms, but check our privilege for the holidays? We never know what tomorrow may bring.

-Ashley E. Remer
Head Girl
Girl Museum Inc.

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