Don't think about whether your skirt shows your thong or when you dye your hair.

Activity 1. MindfulnessTake a mental vacation. Don't think about what they'll want for dinner today. Or tomorrow. Or the day after. Don't think about the school supply list that only you (ehem) have thought about. Don't think about whether you're thin or fat. Don't think about whether you should dye your hair white because it's more natural and there's no need to be ashamed, or whether you should leave it white so you can dye it, you creep. Don't think about whether you're too surly or too phlegmy. And don't think about how you want to kill them all every time they tell you you're too surly or too phlegmy. Don't think that the great girl you see reflected in the mirror should calm down, pretend, pretend she's not so happy or so angry, or so happy about this and so angry about that. Don't think about which face is best to express the neutral midpoint between being happy and angry in the right way so that no one (male) feels upset. Don't think about what you're going to wear today because you have to go to that place with those stupid, Neanderthal freaks. Don't think about whether your tight skirt shows your G-string and what they'll say and what you're going to do and what the fuck it all is. Don't think about whether the outfit you're wearing makes you look like a nun and what they'll say and what you're going to do and what the fuck it all is. Don't think you should go more extreme, more discreet, more daring, more invisible.

Activity 2. The movie game. Instead, play in the movies. Eduard Manstisores, for example. Change Eduard to your name. The scissors in your hands, you keep them. Imagine what you would do with scissor hands if you were alone in the subway car where guys think consent rhymes with "we can do this girl quietly." You can also play Shark with heads that think "command" rhymes with "look how good, I can abuse." You'd play Jaws and the heads would be... little fish and swimmers. Oh, what a shame. And what do you think about playing in The ExorcistYou would be the possessed girl who spits out liquid of indefinite and disgusting colors every time an Antoniu disguised as a deconstructed man tells you that he likes you because you're a nice feminist, not like the others. You have permission to continue playing in The Exorcist Every time they take away the subject of peppers from the many false reports of gender-based violence.

Activity 3. End-of-holiday festival. And to finish, call all the women you know who have suffered gender-based violence, sexual abuse or assault, or any other sexist situation. Since there will be SO MANY, SO MANY, play together in the zombie parade at the Sitges Fantastic Film Festival, but in the largest version ever seen in history (laugh at that independence chain that united all of Catalonia). Let each one wear a numbered bib. Freak out while counting. Call them all at once. Have fun watching the planet shake.