This de-sexualized working mother embodies the hero archetype in the We Could Be Heroes Exhibit.
I pull up to the parking lot of BYU’s Museum of Art (MOA) in Provo, Utah. I roll down my window and am greeted by an attendant: “Are you a student, or the wife of a student?” he says. The question is rather simple, but it strikes me. “No, just seeing the museum,” I reply. He directs me to a spot near the entrance. I am in Provo, the only city I’ve ever felt out of place for being 22 and single.