And as for Ruby Rose’s band? Let them be heroes, too. The Washington Post recently wrote about the death of the electric guitar, explaining that younger generations have no guitar heroes to look up to (while overlooking St. Vincent, who is the current ruling guitar vituioso, entirely). When I was growing up, you could barely drive to the grocery store without hearing a badass female rock star: Hole, Garbage, No Doubt, Fiona Apple, Alanis Morissette, PJ Harvey, the Cranberries, the Breeders, Veruca Salt, the Cranberries, Elastica, and Luscious Jackson were at our fingertips — and that’s only to name the bands who got played on the radio. There isn’t going to just be another Debbie Harry or Joan Jett. That’s not how it works. Without seeing a Stevie Nicks or Patti Smith modeled for them, young girls aren’t likely to take up that mantle. And while Beyoncé and Sugar Mama are wonderful, we can’t leave it them to inspire an entire generation of women. We need to give them more than that.