So my childhood love of Nancy Drew either makes me a feminist, or a future participant in the criminal justice system, according to the NYT. Maybe, but really I think I just wanted strawberry blonde hair and a boyfriend named Ned.
Nice to know I’m in good company with my ND love, though. And does anyone else use “Nancy Drew” as a verb? As in, “I couldn’t find my credit card, but I did some Nancy Drewing and realized I had left it at the bar where I got shnozzled last night.”
Because I do, sometimes.