I repeated the childhood poem. . .
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice,
And everything nice,
That's what little girls are made of.
Ms. Muse snorted at the words. She couldn't believe I would repeat such drivel. And I agreed, but reminded her why we made Sweetie. It was to challenge everyone’s perception of sweetness and the feminization of sugar. This poem became favorable in a time when sugar started to become cheap in our society. While once upon a time sugar was revered for its economic factor and men became rich; it was a time in our past when one teaspoon cost more then an acre of land. A good homemaker would keep it locked away and knew almost to the ounce how much sugar was on hand. They even used a devise called a sugar nipper to cut off pieces of sugar from the packed hard cone shapes that were created to transport sugar.
When the production of sugar became cheaper so didn't its feminization. Now it is wildly believed that sugar, sweetness and women go hand-in-hand.
Ms. Muse snorted again and then pointed to Sweetie. "What do you think our intent is for this sculpture?" she asked.
"Why to point out how we wrapped our myths of sweetness and abuse into a neat package regarding women," I replied.
Again she snorted.
"Although Sweetie is desirable, next to the sugar nippers, she has become vulnerable and defenseless" I noted. “And because we covered her head, she has become a representation of all women.”
Ms. Muse agreed then closed the cabinet door because Sweetie became harder to look at in all her weak helplessness.
It was horrible! Ms. Muse and I heard about her disappointment and determined that we needed to address it in some fashion so we created FORGOT. 
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