But not in their nightgowns - which would have got dirty but are left on here to remind the audience of the importance of their sex - and not with so tremendous a psychic effect that the sororal bond would remain stronger than ever 65 years later. I don’t know, maybe young girls (as opposed to boys) in 1937 really did do this kind of thing. These are girls, of ten or eleven winters, sitting outdoors in flimsy nightgowns to swear their oath under a Louisiana moon. Except that they’re not brothers but sisters. They don elaborate head-dresses and give themselves royal or noble Indian names and cut their hands before clasping them in the blood-brother oath of eternal fidelity. The children sit in a circle under the full moon, having snuck out of the house in the middle of the night. Divine Secrets of the Ya Ya Sisterhood, The
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