When I was at the Farnsworth Museum this past weekend, I was kind of thrilled to find these icons in the bathroom. The thought of having to chose between a wicked or a good stall appealed to my sense of young adult humor that I often live with for chunks of time.
The whole idea that you get to chose each day to be wicked or good is the thing that truly drives YA writing. For me, it’s so easy to be wicked. To muck around in the mind of a deviant. Being wicked in writing feels simply good. I guess that might be truly who I am. A naughty little girl tucked into this adult body.
But being wicked is in constant conflict with being just a good person in real life. You know what I mean? Deep down, we all try to do what’s best every day. I want to be the person that gives back to society, who is there for friends, who shows up!
If you could chose at that very moment to be good or bad, which stall would you walk?
Wicked or good?
