Because she was a kid, and a girl, and because she cried a lot, people easily dismissed the idea of Dorothy Gale: Hero. But that kind of viewing is short-sighted.
I haven’t made it over the rainbow—I don’t know that I ever can—but there it glistens in the periphery, beckoning.
Though we continue to revere stories like The Wizard of Oz as folklore, 2018 demands that we revisit the canon—our cultural body of work—while reckoning with the entertainment industry’s brutal legacy of abuse.
