Yesterday I realized face painting children can be a subversive and feminist act. To clarify, the feminism I prescribe to vies for greater equality and freedom for all gender expressions. That means when little Johnny sits down and asks me to paint a cupcake (overtop the background noise of parents insisting "well wouldn't you rather have a skull and crossbones? What about a ninja turtle?) I ask him if he'd like some glitter on top of that pink frosting (and the giant grin on his face tells me YES please!!). And when Brooklyn requests a twirly moustache I happily add in a goatee and some killer lightening bolt side burns. While her mother rolls her eyes and sighs I watch Brooklyn become center stage as all her friends begin to crowd around and compliment her. Children are such a wondrous gift and we should always learn from them. They are not scared or ashamed of their desires or expressions. They support each others quirks and oddities. It is only after severe and consistent conditioning that this begins to change. But I feel blessed and excited to be involved in children's Lives supporting all of them to have the freedom to choose whether they want to be a glorious rainbow unicorn, a badass firey dragon, or any combination in between.