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Why Does Dick Come First?
Nin Andrews
Every year school children wrote letters to Dick and Jane and Santa. Why? Jane wondered. Why did they care if she ate her lima beans or not, if she could catch a softball, if she had a last name? One girl named Stephanie wrote to ask why she let Dick win every single race. Does he ever come in second, she asked. Didn't Stephanie know? Jane's job was to clap so Dick could run fast, to be silly so Dick could laugh, to cry so Dick could comfort her, to scream oh no, so that Dick could save the day or Puff, the kitten. And Jane's job was to dress in pretty ruffled dresses and bobby socks and patent leather shoes so that other girls could dress in pretty ruffled dresses and matching socks and shiny shoes when they, too, shouted, go Dick go.
Every year school children wrote letters to Dick and Jane and Santa. Why? Jane wondered. Why did they care if she ate her lima beans or not, if she could catch a softball, if she had a last name? One girl named Stephanie wrote to ask why she let Dick win every single race. Does he ever come in second, she asked. Didn't Stephanie know? Jane's job was to clap so Dick could run fast, to be silly so Dick could laugh, to cry so Dick could comfort her, to scream oh no, so that Dick could save the day or Puff, the kitten. And Jane's job was to dress in pretty ruffled dresses and bobby socks and patent leather shoes so that other girls could dress in pretty ruffled dresses and matching socks and shiny shoes when they, too, shouted, go Dick go.