When you think of girlhood you may think of rosy faces with a golden shine on the cheekbones.
Pyramids of giggling girls often sauntering like kissing babies and screaming and squealing when delighted. Or maybe the failed attempts at dyeing our hair pink and bloodstains on the sheets when we wake up in the morning.

It makes me sad when I learn that in the first world country 
there is such a thing as pink-collar job, you know
And it makes me sad to learn that that kind of job is paid even shittier 
than blue collar job you know

Belarus Free Theatre: Burning Doors (photo: Alex Brenner)

three rusted doors are centered on a blank white wall
the doors are closed
the doors are locked
the doors are not on fire