Welcome to the waves, Slates podcast about gender, feminism and America's favorite trope.

Every episode you get a new pair of feminists to talk about

the thing we can't get off our minds and today you've got me, Shaina Roth, I'm a

senior producer at Sleet. I remember my first dead girl.

I was 8 years old.

I was in the grocery store of my mother and it was one of those big shops

where it's groceries for the family for the week and then some.

And this was well before self-checkout, so my mother was chatting with the cashier and putting

the food on the bell one thing at a time and I was bored. I looked at all the candy

touched all the lighters and other random impulse by items in the aisle and now I

was on to the magazines.

I noticed her hair first.

Big blonde hair that seemed to take up the entire cover of the tabloid.

Her lips were a shiny purple pink color and she was wearing a large dress.

It was huge. And between the sleeves on the dress and her hair,

it took me a minute to realize I was looking at a child.

It was John Bonet Ramsey.

Past Santa Claus in his sleigh and a double row of candy canes.

Deputy Corners brought the body of six-year-old John Bonet Ramsey from her upscale home.

Neighbors described the young girl as beautiful and polite. In 1995, she won the Little Miss Colorado pageant.

Boulder police won't comment on her cause of death,

only saying that she wasn't shot or stabbed.

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