You know, I was lucky enough to grow up with a bunch of girls who would regularly pull on shorts and go to cross country practice without having shaved for a couple of weeks, and then talk in really loud voices about how they went on shaving strike the whole winter because if they were wearing pants, who even cared? It was awesome. It made me feel a lot better about those messages I was getting via magazines and television, I'll tell you that. It's invaluable for kids to be told that they don't have to live up to these created standards, and even better when it comes from their peers. But, then again, when I mentioned this to a roommate from Kansas a few months ago, I got called a commie. So...I'm positing that you really would have enjoyed growing up in hippie New England. It did wonders for my self-esteem.