Let me start by saying that I don’t think the label of “Femme Fatale” is appropriate for a high school student. Come on: they’re not allowed to drink, they’ve just started driving, they can’t vote, they can’t play the lottery. And, as the mother of a young daughter, I really don’t think they should be dating. The moral compass in this country is heading south, and I really don’t think labels like that do women any good. Think of the hard-earned strides made by the feminist movement … are they all for naught?
I consider myself fairly outspoken on most women’s issues. I went to an all-girls prep school (think Jackie O) and chose a liberal East Coast women’s college (think Hilary Clinton). No dummies there. Glass ceiling? BRING IT ON.
So my feelings were mixed when I saw “Most Likely to be a Femme Fatale” on my high school yearbook page. First feeling: Me? Second feeling: Okay, what is that exactly? Third feeling: That is SO cool!
My feminist sensibilities took a backseat as I relished my new label. It catapulted me into cool, bitchy status. I had a “don’t mess with me” kind of air. Boys from the neighboring prep schools checked me out (another note to daughter: there will be plenty of time for boys and dating in your twenties). The cool girls gave me the nod. I felt like the ultimate anti-feminist rebel. I felt like Madonna.
For about a week. Graduation and summer came with a vengeance, pushing us into our next stage in life, readying us for the real world.
And while “The Most Likely to” had all been fun and games, I still peeked at the page from time to time, savoring my five minutes in the spotlight as the antiheroine, my good girl status on hold. Femme Fatale. I didn’t want to admit it, being a feminist and all, but I loved it.
Do you have a favorite archetype? What were you “most likely” to do?