I bought a used Svaha dress for my daughter. It celebrates women in science--it is covered in images of beakers and vials, potions, hot plates. But I failed to distinguish between "adult" sizing and "girl" sizing. "Size 6" does not mean "wear this if you are six years old." In my desperation to make something of my misguided purchase, I considered going in drag for Halloween. *I* would be a woman in science. As I yanked the dress over my head, I created a small tear in the fabric. My husband watched in confusion, asking, "Why don't you just do an exchange?" I write all this in solidarity with Martha Stewart. I know how a bad idea can consume you, so that you are momentarily blinded. Stewart spilled chocolate on her sweater--in a fit of insanity, she realized that she could dress as a struggling civilian for Halloween. All of America would understand her intention. All thoughtful, compassionate, literate suburbanites would read up on...