Ok, story time.
Every Halloween, my elementary school gym teacher would dress up in a glow-in-the-dark skeleton jumpsuit and blare the Ghostbusters soundtrack while we rode around on little scooters collecting plastic bones. She did this all week for hundreds of kids, but she never got sick of the Ghostbusters theme. The kids whispered that she was a lesbian because she had short hair and one pink earring, and these rumors were confirmed when she quit (or was forced out) and eloped with her partner. So wherever she is today, I hope that the woman who taught me to rollerblade and ride a bike is cuddled up with her wife, watching a coded queer heroine played by an openly gay woman bust some ghosts.